I was 18, she was 19.
She wanted to give me something big after a trip away, and she wanted to make it count.
I came Home, and after two hours, she was already in my driveway to pick me up. There was a lingerie bag in the console of the car, a see through corset with blue accents, my favorite color on her.
We spend the evening watching movies, she knows it's been a week since I came.
The second film ends, and she moves to her walk in closet, turning the rooms light off as she turns the closet light on. The door closes, and I hear her shuffling.