I see her before she sees me. She's wearing a black trench coat that almost reaches her knees and an oversized pair of sunglasses. Her light brown hair swings around her shoulders as she effortlessly makes her way through the crowd on bright red killer heels.
I love those heels. They never fail to turn me on.
When I'm about ten feet away from her, she finally spots me.
"You cut your hair," she smiles.
"You bought a new coat," I smile back at her.
I lean in for a kiss, which might be a little too intimate for a crowded train station.
"Actually I borrowed it." She corrects me when she pulls back from the kiss.
"Why would you borrow a coat?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"To conceal what I'm wearing underneath." A cheeky grin spreads across her heart shaped mouth. I feel my heart speed up a bit.
"And that would be...?"
She leans into me and presses a kiss on my jawline. Than she whispers in my ear.
"Nothing."
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