Apologize? I Think Not!

“You could apologize,” He said in that smug way. In that, if you’d just apologize, this could end before it’d even begin kind of way. 

“Ha! Like hell.” My mouth immediately responded without my consent. 

“Then I guess  we’re going be here all night.” 

“We’ll see about that.” I stood up and walked into the bedroom. 

I knew I wasn’t playing fair, but in war, you don’t play fair. I went over to my dresser and pulled open the top drawer. The one that held my intimates. I pulled out a little sexy black number. It would hug in all the right places and leave nothing to the imagination. 

“Let’s see if he can resist this.” 

I stripped naked and struggled into the lingerie. It was tighter than I remembered. Even better. It’d really showcase my girls. 

“Yoohoo,” I called from the bedroom door. 

He whipped his head around and immediately sprang from the couch. 

“Ooo, I haven’t seen this number in a while.” 

“I know.” I grinned. 

“Kind of tight isn’t?” 

“A little. Why don’t you come help me take it off?” I wagged my finger for him to come hither. 

“With pleasure.” He followed me into our bedroom. 

Like I said, I’d be damned if I apologized.

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