Little flower

The way she walked around the house with such little clothes on, made me loose my mind. Was she teasing me? Or maybe she didn’t notice she was doing it. I don’t know, but the way her small waist, and her perky butt shifted as she walked, made me think about the things I would do. But of course, she didn’t want to rush into “those things”. She was so independent, and that’s one of the things I liked the most about her. She spoke her mind, no matter how she thought you would feel.
I work at a cafe not to far from our modern home. Lucy works behind the register at a small boutique in the same town my job is in. We each are always coming home tired, and worn out, as usual. But today my boss pissed me off worse. As i drove home, my blood boiled, and I couldn’t stop thinking about almost wanting to punch my boss’s face in. I needed to take my anger out on Something…
The front door swung open, And Lucy quickly Turned around. her expression lit up and, she watched as I walked towards her. “How was your day?” Her small voice filled the damp living room; I didn’t answer, I just grabbed her arm, and pulled her to stand up, So that I could then lean over her, and softly press my lips against hers. I could feel the burning coming from her cheeks as she blushed furiously. Her breaths brushed against my nose, and I broke the kiss.