BRIGHT LIGHTS

Over the years, Jessie had acquired the ease necessary when wearing a dress. She knew that Micah liked it when she showed off her shoulders, or her legs. For his birthday, she had worn a dress with a neckline that plunged almost to her navel but due to their fight and the tension, neither of them had been able to appreciate her daring foray. This was the dress she decided to wear tonight.

It was a halter-style, tying in a bow at her neck. It left her back and shoulders bare. The neckline was low, hiding her small breasts perfectly but offering an enticing strip of freckled flesh in between. The skirt was a soft A-line that fluttered a few inches above her knees. Sapphire studs on her ears and a matching, slim bracelet - Micah’s gifts from years ago, along with silver heels completed the look.

Jessie was turned to the mirror sideways when the door to the bedroom opened. Micah, every inch of living, walking sin in his tailored black suit, wore a look of exaggerated patience on his face until he saw his wife. His mouth fell open while she blushed as she presented herself to him.

Micah always made her feel so good about herself. His expression was a mix of astonishment, admiration, awe, desire and love. He shut the door behind him, scraped his jaw off the floor and cleared his throat.

“You’re going to kill me tonight, wife.” He said huskily. “I’m tempted to lock us in the room for the rest of our lives.”