Particularly in regards to my cleavage.

I chuckled to myself as I put on a simple black skirt and tight-fitting button-down blouse.

If I knew Nicholas at all—and I did—the blouse and skirt wouldn't last long.

I finished with a pair of heels, adding at least three inches to my short stature. I was giddy with my plan, smiling and humming as I checked myself one last time in the mirror.

I couldn't wait to have my Nicholas back. Though I missed the sex, I missed the intimacy even more. These two weeks had hurt me just as much as him.

So much so that I was starting to regret...