when we met. | z/zipper. #atozchallenge

when we met. z/zipper.

“I don’t know why you’re making me try on this dress, Paige,” I said from inside the dressing room. “It’s far too revealing. When am I ever going to wear this?”

She didn’t answer, but I knew she was standing there rolling her eyes at me. I sighed and pulled on the little black dress. When I saw my reflection, I smiled. Paige was right—it was beautiful. And it looked good on me. But I still didn’t know when I’d ever wear it.

“Paige?” I called to her. “Can you help me with the zipper?”

I opened the dressing room door and gasped at the man who stood before me. Intense eyes. A breathtaking smile. Perfect hair—just long enough to be a bit messy and entirely sexy. And he looked like he’d just run his fingers through it. He was tall and lean and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“I’m not Paige,” he said, “but I’d be happy to help you with the zipper.”

—♥—


p.s. — Please pretend the lovely couple above is in a fancy department store dressing room. Also, since you cannot really see the face of Mr. Unknown Hot Guy, I will supply a random picture of another hot guy.


Why yes, my sexy Italian, I would love to join you in your nice cozy bed.

p.p.s. — I hate that my last a-to-z post is so short. I tried to make it longer, but everything I added felt like useless filler. 

Hot guy zipping (or unzipping?) her dress: Unknown man who is totally is my type. (I have a type. Surely you’ve noticed.)
Bonus Hot guy: I’ll give you one guess. Right! My favorite model, the perfect Italian, Simone Bredariol. (It had to be done.) (Did I mention I found a video of him? Speaking? English with a sexy-as-fuck Italian accent? I almost had a heart attack. Sexiness overload.) 



©2022 what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy, too. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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24 Responses to when we met. | z/zipper. #atozchallenge

  1. Congratulations on a successful A to Z challenge Sandra. I enjoyed the length on your final post and I think that it gives that nice “Oooo, moment.” Nicely written.

    Stopping in from A to Z: https://brewingcoffeetwistingwordsbreakingpencils.ca/2022/04/30/zee-or-zed/#comment-5827

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  2. Monty Vern says:

    It’s been an interesting look into your mind from A to Z. Congrats!

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  3. Liam says:

    When I saw the title, I thought it might be raunchier than it is. I wonder what happened to Paige? Congrats on completing 26 excellent stories. I really enjoyed reading them!

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  5. I LOVED LOVED reading your posts!!! (And no not just because of the men 😉 ) xD
    But they were definitely an added bonus!!!

    Congratulations on finishing yet another A-Z!!!!!

    Lots of love,
    Dream
    https://thedreamgirlwrites.wordpress.com/2022/a-z-2022/

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  6. Beth Lapin says:

    A fun way to end the A to Z. Congrats.
    Beth
    https://bethlapinsatozblog.wordpress.com/

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  7. scr4pl80 says:

    Great job. Loved reading all the ways you can meet people. Some were even realistic!

    Liked by 1 person

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