After Dinner

KACELA

The clothing melted off. Thank goodness no one else used the floor because we didn’t even make it into the room before our clothing hit the ground. Someone had cleaned up all of the glass in the bathroom, I noticed, and also cleaned the mess I had made when I tried to leave was gone. Then I quit noticing things and focused on Wyatt.

He spun me around and found the zipper holding the dress on to me. He slid it down in one smooth swoop and the satin slid off my shoulders, pooling at my feet. I stepped out of it and reached up, trying to find the pins that were holding my hair in the knot. That would be uncomfortable to lay on.

I turned around to see Wyatt struggling with the buttons on his shirt. I reached forward and swatted his hands away, attacking the buttons myself. He looked at me and his eyes dilated. He reached around and unclasped my bra, letting my breasts spring forward. He dipped his head and attached himself to one of my nipples.

I gave up on the buttons, r