Stormsurge

Stormsurge

A nerdy guy. A small town girl.

A big storm.

A moment later, he emerged into the living room wearing the house dress and a pair of dainty pink flip flops. The red paisley smock wasn’t quite what she had pictured, but it was just as funny. The cap sleeves hugged his shoulders with elastic ruffles, and the scooped neckline dipped low enough to show a sprinkling of dark chest hair. The hem fell farther up his thighs than she had imagined. Even in high school his grandmother had been a head shorter than him, so her gown barely covered the parts that mattered. She couldn’t stop the giggle that erupted. “Do yourself a favor. Don’t bend over.”

He scowled. “I’m getting a lot more breeze under here than I’m comfortable with. I’m rethinking this plan.”

“Don’t,” she laughed. “You look adorable.”

“Good,” he retorted. “Adorable is my M.O.”

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