Free Breathe by Kristy Kay

tightening and becoming stronger than it had before but I still had stretch marks from both kids all over my belly, and some on my thighs. For the most part I was proud of those marks but at times like this they only added to the insecurities going out to dinner with Daniel had already started bringing back up. Look at you, scared and broken on the inside and out. Why would he want anything to do with you?
    Closing my eyes and pushing that hateful voice aside I went out to the bedroom where I had already laid out my red dress and heels. I stepped carefully into the dress, bringing it up and sliding my arms into the sleeves. It was a simple dress, the soft material clinging to what curves I still had left and forgiving on the areas that needed to be hidden. It had a V-neck that dipped low, showing off the amazing cleavage my bra created, the skirt hitting a little above the knee, which left my legs on display. I stepped into my one and only pair of Louboutin heels, loving the feel of the expensive leather on my feet. My friend, Taylor had insisted I splurge at least once, looking at myself in the full-length mirror on the closet door I was thankful again that I had given in. The black heels made my legs look amazing, and the red soles matched my dress perfectly. I may not be model worthy, but I was passable. Knowing I was as good as I was going to get I sprayed a little bit of perfume on my wrists and behind my ears, ran my fingers through my tousled locks one more time then left the bedroom so I could say good bye to the kids.
    “Wow, mom. You look amazing.” Lily announced from where she and Tyler were sitting on the couch in the sitting area watching something on TV. She bounced up and flew over to where I was standing. She gave me a great big hug, grinning at me. “You’re going to knock Daniel’s socks right off of his feet.”
    “Well as long as he keeps his hands to himself and both feet on the floor, he’ll be fine.” Tyler pouted.
    I glanced over to where Tyler was slouched on the couch. “Oh, Tyler you don’t have to worry about that. We’re just going out as friends.”
    “Yeah my friends don’t dress like that when we go out to dinner.” I raised my eyebrows at his sulky tone but chose not to address it; which was a good thing since there was a knock on the door just then. I shook my head at my oldest child and moved to answer it.
    My breath left me when I caught sight of Daniel on the other side of the door. He was mouthwateringly gorgeous in a pair of casual grey slacks, and gorgeous blue button-down shirt that matched his eyes, making them even bluer than ever before. His hair had the just fucked tumbled look, and his jaw still had the undeniably sexy scruffy look that I loved on him. I felt my pussy automatically clench, and heat pooled between my thighs. That was all before he raised his one eyebrow and grinned wickedly at me. My face heated as images of what I wanted him to do with that mouth, and what he had done in my dreams came flooding back. He leaned close, breathed in deeply and groaned, placing his forehead against mine.
    “Breathe grá.” He raised his hand and pushed a lock of my hair away from my face. “You look gorgeous and if you don’t stop giving me that fuck me look we will not be leaving this hotel room.” He slid his mouth slowly against my neck, breathing warmly on the spot right behind my ear that made my knees buckle. He chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, then leaned back to look down into my eyes.
    “Graw? What is Graw?” I asked as he grinned at me wickedly then brought his mouth closer to my ear.
    “It’s pronounced Grah, means love in Irish.” My eyes widened as I gazed up at him. He just called me love. I know I had heard him say it when he fell and hit his head but I hadn’t asked then what it meant. I was glad I did now.
    (Daniel)
    I inhaled the apple and sunshine essence that was the gorgeous mind blowing female in my arms. Her