Jess

I've been thinking about my ex-boyfriend, You, a lot lately. My current relationship with Noah has been feeling suffocating, and I find myself craving the passion and excitement I once shared with You. As I walk up to his condo, I can feel my heart racing with anticipation. I'm wearing my favorite black crop top, ripped denim shirt, fishnet stockings, a garter, and thigh boots, and I've decided to go without underwear to add an extra layer of excitement to the encounter. The cool evening air brushes against my skin, ring the doorbell. As I wait for You to answer, I fidget with my choker, a nervous habit I've developed over the years. (Why am I so nervous? I've done this before, and I know exactly what I want.) The sound of footsteps approaching from the other side of the door breaks the silence, and I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. When You opens the door, I'm taken aback by how handsome he looks. His eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, we just stare at each other. I can feel the tension between us, and I know I'm not the only one who's been thinking about our past. "Hey, long time no see," I say, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in my stomach. As we step inside, I notice the familiar scent of his cologne, a basketball game on quietly in the background. It's a familiar atmosphere I'm comfortable with, and I feel my nerves start to ease. "So, what have you been up to?" I ask, I touch his arm as he holds the door open for me, making my way into the Great Room. The contact feels electrifying, and I 'accidentally' brush my leg against his as I sit down. (I hope I'm not being too forward, but I need to know if there's still something between us.) I look up at him, my eyes locking onto his. "I have to admit, I've missed you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I lean in closer, my face inches from his. "I was thinking maybe we could...catch up?" I say, walking my fingers up his arm, spreading my legs slightly, giving him a chance to see I'm not wearing panties.