I love Jeremy Swayman

“Babe!” My boyfriend's voice rings throughout the apartment.

I quickly finish up the last of my makeup by putting on one more coat of mascara, and then I haphazardly throw everything back into my makeup bag when I hear Matt’s footsteps approaching the bedroom.

His head peaks through the doorway to find me still in my comfy clothes and not as ready as I should be. He groans.

“Babe! Are you almost ready? We needed to leave like five minutes ago.” He grumbles out.

Crossing the room rushedly, I disappear into the walk-in closet before replying, “Yeah, yeah. I just need to get changed and then I’ll be ready.”

I search the closet for the specific dress that I wanted to wear to this event. The Flames organization was holding one of their charity events tonight, and as one of the player’s girlfriends, I want to make sure I look my best. It also gives me a chance to make myself feel all dolled up and glamorous.

I found what I am looking for and grabbed that and my black open toe and ankle strap heels. I throw everything on the bed and immediately start stripping down, not even caring that Matt was sitting right there. The dress I decided to wear was a plain black skin tight dress that goes down to below the knee. It was only one shoulder with a little slit that goes to about mid thigh.

Shimming up the dress, I go to reach around and zip it up but realize that I can’t reach it. I look up to find Matt already with his eyes on me. There’s a level of intensity to them that causes butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

I go to speak but end up getting a little tongue tied under his fierce gaze. Finally I managed to croak out, “Can you zip me up?”

“God, yes.” He grinned, taking long strides to where I was standing. He lightly placed his hands on my shoulders to turn me around. Every part of my exposed skin he touched felt like it was on fire. It’s crazy how so little as a touch from him still makes me feel all tingly and nervous, like we are teenagers going on their first date.

His hands slowly glide down my back and along my spine to grab ahold of the zipper. As he gradually zips up the back of my dress, Matt uses his other hand to push my hair to one side so it doesn’t end up getting caught. Just before he fully zips me up, he brings his face closer to my neck. I feel his breath dance across my skin while he whispers,

“You’re so beautiful.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stick up and shivers running down my body when he then kisses my neck softly.

I turn around as Matt takes a step back with slow deliberation to look me up and down. He lingers for a moment on my lips before finally lifting his head to meet my eyes. It looks like he wants to say something but nothing is coming to mind.

“What are you thinking about, Matty?”

His eyebrows raise at the nickname I used which I know he hates. He lets out a deep breath before admitting, “I’m just looking at that fine little dress you got on.” He pauses… “Don’t get me wrong, baby, I love it. You look fucking incredible.” Another drawn out pause…

“But now all I can think about is talking you out of it.”

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