A vision I want to tattoo on my eyelids so I’ll never forget it.

No one else will ever look as beautiful as she does at this moment.

I remember my senior year of high school I was in the outfield during a baseball game. A teammate and I ran toward a pop fly at the same time from opposite directions, colliding into each other and landing on the ground. The wind got knocked out of me and I was unable to breath, fearful I was going to die.

This…

This feels eerily reminiscent of that moment. I’m gasping for air. Suffocating. Drowning.

I don’t stand a chance of survival with her around.

Holy fucking shit.

She’s talking, but I can’t hear her because I’m in a trance. Blinking twice, I level my gaze back to her face and away from the figure I didn’t know she had. Soft curves. Inches of flawless skin. A glow radiating from her body.

Thank God she doesn’t wear dresses like this at work; I’d never get anything done and I’d have to kill all the men who would leer at her like hungry dogs. I’d leave a trail of bloody tongues in my wake.

Mine.

“Well?” she asks softly.

She has a hint of makeup on. It’s nothing dramatic or obvious, but enough to draw attention to her naturally striking features. Her lips have a touch of color—red, of course—and her cheeks look pinker. Fuller. The lining under her eyes makes the blue pop, practically twinkling, and I want to jump into the pools of azure beckoning me. Emma in day-to-day clothing is a sight to behold. Right now, she’s a fucking goddess.

“What do you think?” she asks again, and I hear the nerves hedged in the question.

I suck in a breath, genuinely afraid to answer. My cock is already stirring, thanks in part to the way the material of her dress hugs her hips so perfectly. It’s form-fitting, leaving little to the imagination. For half a second, I’m dreading the thought of anyone but me seeing her in it.

“Divine,” I manage to get out. “Elegant. Hot. Seductive. Fuck, Emma, forgive me for the vulgarities, but you’re fucking unbelievable.”

“Are you reciting all the adjectives in your repertoire?” she jokes, tossing her hair behind her shoulder and giving me an excellent view of her neck and the column of her throat. Her neck I want to kiss and suck and lick, my teeth running down her skin, leaving red hickeys behind, claiming her as mine and mine alone.

And then I’d proudly show her off to the world.

I am so unbelievably fucked.