Olivia's POV
His eyes darkened as he leaned back. "I notice you're still fully dressed. Seems unfair when I'm practically naked over here."
I glanced down at my black dress, the neckline dipping just low enough to be interesting. "Oh, this old thing?" I shifted, letting the fabric slide a bit lower. "I thought you liked me in black."
"I like you better out of it." He shifted closer to his phone. "Give me a little preview of what I'm missing?"
"Hmm." I pretended to consider it, running a finger along my collarbone. "I don't know. You did abandon me for San Francisco."
"Trust me, if I had a choice..." His voice grew husky. "Show me what that dress is hiding."
I leaned back, couch cushions cradling me, and let a teasing smile play on my lips.
"You're impatient tonight," I murmured, trailing a finger just above the neckline of my dress. "Been waiting long?"
His eyes darkened with want, commanding me. "Long enough. Show me."