#Chapter 144: This Isn’t You

I spend longer than I care to admit standing in my closet looking at outfit after outfit. Somewhere exhilarating doesn’t exactly narrow down where we might be going, so I’m left deducing with what I know about Beau. Beau likes bars and clubs and dancing. A dance club could be exhilarating? He did say I wouldn’t have to walk, but maybe he meant we’d dance instead? Perhaps club wear is the way to go. So I shuffle through my closet looking for my most revealing clothes. Near the back, I find a black crop top. In the bottom of my drawers, I have a pair of black short shorts. I change. The crop top is too tight to wear with a bra so I go without. The shorts are a bit wide around the waist, so I grab a silver chain belt and lace it through the belt loops. Even with the belt, the shorts hang low on my hips, showing off my hipbones. Looking in the mirror, I do look sexy. It’s revealing as hell. I’m showing more skin than ever, but I can appreciate that it all looks good. But it doesn’t