I bit my bottom lip when I saw her. Everything from that skirt, to those thighs of hers, even her hair looked amazing. It helped she was always cuter when she was mad. Her folded arms pushed up her cleavage in the hottest way ever, and that scowl? Thaaaat close to her sex face, I swear. My heart almost stops as she walks over. I'm lost in a daze when she yells something. Didn't help, though. Can't hear her over her beauty.<br/><br/>She reaches over to hug me, and I hug back. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Lace." I run my hand up and down her side. It's soft, and warm. Something I've been missing from most of these groupies recently. They're all angles and no curves. Not built like this goddess. I don't want to let go, but I somehow manage to tear myself away for a few moments.<br/><br/>"...So, any preference for lunch?" I mention cautiously. I'm honestly too nervous to say much else, this is way too close to some dreams I've been having lately...