Therese unstraps her heels in front of Carol seated in the wicker chair by the window. They’ve just arrived back home after having dinner out.
“It was my turn to pay tonight,” she tells Carol.
“Don’t fret about it, darling. I’d buy the moon for you, if I could.”
“I wouldn’t know where to keep it.”
Both ladies snicker at the corny remark. Carol leans back with arms spread apart; never taking her eyes off Therese pulling at her nylons with long strands of her hair falling around her face.
“Wear red more often,” Carol tells her. “The color suits you.”
Therese smiles shyly in the off-shoulder swing dress and now sees Carol holding her hand out. The younger woman walks forward and parks herself on top of the blonde’s lap; hooking her arms around Carol's neck.
“We ran out of sugar.” Therese murmurs.
“We better get some then.”
Carol pulls them close and together they kiss delicately on the lips. Therese rests their foreheads, feeling Carol's fingers run up and down the back of her dress tracing the base of her spine.