Officially obsessed

With excruciating slow steps, she came toward him.

She was in a dress so revealing and deliciously indecent.

It was a white lacey and flowered short gown. It was painfully tight, so he wondered how she managed to walk with it.

Unbelievably transparent, he wondered, too, the essence of wearing it at all when you could stay naked. She was barefooted, her long legs straight, smooth and silky.

As she stretched out those long legs, taking slow steps towards him, it built his anticipation, each step skyrocketing his curiosity. She shone so brightly, implausibly emitting light like a bulb with so much energy and powerful electricity.

She was the only thing lighting up the room, the room which he was yet to recognize.

He was sure that he had seen an angel.

At least, that was the only explanation he could give to something so incredible and imposs