You have just gotten out of the shower. Your hair is still wet. Your wearing a long white, maybe pink, terry cloth robe (nothing on underneath). You walk into your room. It has hardwood floors, crisp white walls, and a big four poster bed. The bedspread is white lace, as well as the curtains. The room also has a big floor-length mirror with a wood border and stand.
You are standing before this mirror, your hands on either side of it above your head. You're softly talking yourself in and out of having a relationship with me, but you don't really know me. You have your eyes closed, talking still, when you hear this light laugh behind you. You open your eyes quickly. It's me, and our eyes meet in the mirror. I have a slight smile on my face. I'm wearing black boots, blue button-fly jeans, and a white T-shirt.
I come up closer behind you. You feel me against your back. I put my arms around your waist and kiss you softly on your neck. I move my lips up to your earlobe, lightly biting it, and then whisper, "You know I want you..." You close your eyes, avoiding a response to me.