I give myself a quick glance in the mirror to check my lipstick before I answer the door. When I open it, I am greeted by a sexy Michael who sports black pants, a red long sleeved button up shirt and black loafers. His usual outfit never seems to look dull on his lean, muscular body.
"Hi, come in!" I say, stepping back to let Michael in.
"Good evening, darling." he takes my hand and tenderly kisses my knuckles.
I can feel a slight flush creeping up my cheeks.
"Come." I take his hand and lead him into my kitchen.
"You have a lovely home." he grins as he admires my kitchen.
"Thank you, Michael."
"You're very welcome."
We sit and eat, talking about our childhoods and how we lived growing up. Between glasses of wine and uncontrollable fits of laughter, his entire demeanor changes from shy and boyish to flirtatious and manly. "Aww, I didn't realize the time!" he glances at his watch.
"What? Do you have to go?"
"Sadly, yes. My dear friend Elizabeth wanted me to visit her tonight." he sighs.
"Alright. I had a great time." We get up and make our way to the front door.
"I did too."
I turn to open the door, but a pair of large hands wrap around my waist, pulling me back. I turn to face him and he leans in close to my ear.
"Let's do this again sometime. Soon." he plants a soft kiss on my earlobe.
"Definitely." I breathe as he releases me and opens the door.
"I'm gonna take you up on that, babygirl." he whispers, stepping out onto the porch and into the night, but not before winking at me, almost making my heart stop.