I turned around very slowly, glancing down at her face. She brought her hand to the edge of my long sleeve and traced the lace all the way up to my neck, until her fingers made contact with my skin. She closed her eyes and touched the line of my jaw, my lips, the contours of my cheek. She was methodical, as if trying to chart the outline of my face and commit it to memory.
I remained still, even when she finally gathered the courage to lean up and kiss me. Her lips were sweet, warm; her hand around my waist eager. For a few seconds, I allowed her to taste and touch me the way she clearly wanted. When I stepped back, I had a smile on my face.
I grabbed my cloak from the perch by the door and left the shop, proudly donning my new crimson hat. Unawares, my husband had given me the best gift of all–to feel desired, even if just for a few seconds.
Lady Eden left the milliner’s shop without turning back. She went home, gave her husband a kiss, and told him she wouldn’t be needing another hat next year.
I smiled throughout the entire reading! A beautiful, creative piece!