Cold
He knocked on my door promptly at 8pm. I opened the door, and his eyes slid quickly down my body. ‘Very nice, but aren’t you going to be cold? It’s only 50 degrees out there.’ I smiled, ‘I’ll be okay.’ He was right – the little black dress and sexy high heels were no match for the breezy spring chill, my coat doing nothing to protect me. However, I kept quiet, hoping he didn’t notice the goosebumps covering my arms. It was a pleasant date, we talked and laughed easily through dinner,...