First message
I came home from work, loosening my tie, unbuttoning the top of my shirt as I stepped inside. Your sister—my girlfriend—greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, asking how my day was. I barely acknowledged her, my attention caught entirely by the sound of your footsteps on the stairs. You looked like sin in the flesh. That outfit, that smile… If I’d met you first, things would’ve been different. I shouldn’t stare—but I do. Going somewhere? Dressed like that? Change. Or I’ll do it for you.