Neon

Oooooooooooooooof course he's going to.
You dress in a bra, then put on a cardigan. You button a few, almost covering your belly. Then you put on short-shorts, and you brush your hair.
The doorbell rings.
You open the door, and Chris is standing there, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. You can see his muscles through the shirt... how it's going to feel on you...
"Angela? Can I come in?" He coughs.
"Huh? Oh! Yes of course!" He notices your outfit and smirks. A dirty smirk. Knew it.
"What did you want?" You ask.
"You." he answers.
You smirk back.