Carter: A Hug

Once Ryan heads upstairs, I stand up from the table and readjust my pants.  My plan was to hug her the second I saw her, enveloping her in my arms and the warm scent of coffee and baked goods.  However, when she opened the door with her pajamas still on, I got a little unfocused. Her short shorts and tank top left very little of her curves to the imagination and I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  I doubt that she knew how she looked or she never would have answered the door that way.  

But after the story she told me last night, I couldn’t hug her for the first time with a raging boner.  So, tuck and cover it was.  Just something for me to think about later...