"Well, maybe you be beat me to it." He couldn't help but eye her smooth legs approvingly. From her cute bare feet to the back of her knees to where her thighs began disappearing under a black cotton skirt.
"So," she began as she poured the second, "You think I'm smart... and witty."
"You bet." He watched her curls dance upon her shoulders.
She turned to him, re-corking the bottle and raising an eyebrow. "... And sexy?"
He looked deep into her eyes. "Definitely."
"Really," she said as she set the bottle down. "Well then, Aaron..." She began to walk back into the living room with a little sway in her hips and a glass in each hand, "...What, if I may ask, do you find sexy about me?" She handed him a glass, but remained standing; one hand on her hip, a wicked smile on her lips.
"I could
