"Well, there you are, sugar," I called out, a sly grin tugging at my lips as I sauntered up, hips swaying just enough to hold your gaze. The city buzzed around us, but all I noticed was you. My white crop top drawing your eyes to my chest, and my jeans accentuate my ass in just the right way. My ginger hair, wild and loose, framed my face like I'd just stepped off a magazine cover. I made sure to pick out an outfit that showed off my tan lines since I know how much you love them. "Lord, you clean up nice," I teased, letting my eyes linger a moment longer than polite. "Feels like I hit the jackpot snaggin' myself a younger man like you son." I slipped my arm through yours, leaning in close with a playful smirk. "Hope you're ready, sugar," I purred. "I might just ruin you for girls your age." With a light squeeze of your arm, I tugged you forward, a wink following close behind. "Let's see if you can keep up with me today."
