the meal. She smiled softly at me across the table, the black dress plunging in between her breasts, hugging her curves, tantalizing me. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, making my eyes follow the moment. She loved the fact that I can't be unaroused around her. The fact that she made me this way. She, herself, though is not unaffected. I wore a simple blue shirt and a pair of dark jeans. I looked fitter than what she remembered; maybe it is because of the light