The Perfect Man.

Crazy.

Aubree..

I awoke the next morning, with nothing but memories from yesterday.

Quincy is so sweet.

My phone buzzed on my nightstand, I leaned over and proceeded to see who the anonymous contact was.

Quincy| I know you probably just woke up, Good morning beautiful. I've made plans for us today.

A smile crept upon my face as I plucked up my phone to text back.

Me| Hey Quincy, how did you know I just woke up? Lol. And what type of plans do you have?

Waiting for him to respond, I proceeded to do my hygiene routine. After being in the shower for quite a while, I stepped out, wrapping my towel around my body humming love songs. I entered my bedroom, and began brushing my hair in my mirror. "I love that song". I heard in my doorway, it was Quincy, standing there. I gasped. "Quincy". I clutched my towel harder. He chuckled. "Relax Aubree. I saw no part of your unclothed body. Not saying I don't want to, but I just saw the towel". He let out a sly grin but I was nothing but embarrassed. "How do you keep getting in here". I continued brushing my hair, until he finally spoke. "Aubree I enjoy your presence. I never met a woman who could have me entertained by doing absolutely nothing, but I think you made it all possible". I tried not to blush as I fixed my mascara. "So, what adventure awaits us today?".  I had noticed Quincy was wearing more 'relaxed' attire. Grey sweatpants,  a white polo shirt, white and gold Giuseppe sneakers, along with a gold chain. He always dressed so gorgeously, even when it's not intentional. "Wear something more settled back today, darling". He stated before exiting my bedroom so I can get changed. "And by that, I mean wear what I have placed on your bed". He called from the other room.

I smoothed out my outfit. A beige and pink Nike tee shirt, beige and gray floral adidas leggings, with Green Yeezy's.

(Outfit in MM)

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We arrived at this place, which portrayed a dance studio. "Quincy..what are we doing". I questioned, walking in, glancing about. The place was nice though. "Quincy?". I called out again and looked behind me. He was staring at my butt, before coughing and turning a bit red. "Oh I'm sorry. Today my love, we are doing hot Yoga". An older woman looking about In her mid 30s came out, in dance attire. "You guys ready?". She excitedly exclaimed. I looked around. "Where's everyone at?". Quincy came behind me taking my forest green trench coat off of me. "This is a private lesson, sweet pea".

"Alright slowly, calmly, stretch to the left", I felt as if I were going to die. It was about 80 degrees in the room. "Why are we doing hot yoga again?". "It stretches you out more". Quincy stated, watching my body extend to the left. "Damn Aubree those pants fit you perfectly". Quincy mumbled as we stretched to the other side. The lady was too busy giving directions and meditating, she couldn't hear us much. Especially over the soft classical music she played. "You bought them". I bit my lip, now stretching in the middle. "Keep on making that face, and I'm going to have to take you to the back". "And do what?". Quincy glared at me, real serious-like, before grinning.