Twirling in my dress, I tingle at bringing in the new year… with him.
Then, my husband forgoes traditional resolutions for a revelation.
I watch the clock tick toward an uncertain new year while listening to his reasons.
Shocking us both, I say, “I wanna meet her.”
When the vision in red silk enters our bedroom, I release my held breath, then smile. “You’re gorgeous!”
My husband beams, his makeup-shadowed eyes misting.
Acceptance inflaming passion, we undress one another, two dresses pooling together on the floor.
I cap his hand shifting to his thigh. “No. The stockings and stilettos stay.”
