Before We Go
I beg you to put on the suit and tie I laid out, but you’ve got other ideas. Instead of getting dressed, you pull me in close, your hands on my waist, reminding me just how good I look tonight. I try to stay focused, but that look in your eyes says exactly what you want.
So I make you a deal: you can have me... but only if you promise to put the suit on before we leave.
Will we make it to the party on time… or get distracted before we go?
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