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pg 19
They've been dating for six months when he finally sees the heels. He's not sure if they're new or she dug 'em out of her closet, but honestly, he doesn't give a shit. He's too busy trying not to pass out 'cause all his blood is now in his cock.
It's the official 'meet the fathers' dinner, which if you ask him, is total bullshit. They've seen him around at temple, he went to her Bat Mitvah, and he knows they refer to him as 'that Puckerman boy.' But Rachel is all up in his face about how they've never met him as her boyfriend big word big word yadda yadda. So he got dressed in a relatively clean shirt and unstained khakis. He was all set to bitch & moan and secure the promise of sexual favors in exchange for good behavior when she saunters out in those shoes.
The dress is black, some kind of silky material, hitting her just above her knees. The shoes are black also, with leather straps (probably faux 'cause of all the vegan shit) crisscrossing her feet. He's never had a foot fetish before, but right now he can't decide if he wants her to do a strip tease or order him to go down on her.
She makes a little tsking noise when she sees him and crosses the room. Her tiny hands reach out to smooth out the wrinkles in his shirt, babbling about something, but he's still in shock. The top of her head comes up to his chin now and her hair smells all flowery.
He can feel the warmth of her palms through his shirt and when she tilts her head back, those bambi eyes blinking up at him, he can see how shiny her lips are. She's probably slathered on some kinda girly lip gloss shit, but it makes him think of how they'll be in class or glee and she'll stare at him before licking her lips and that's totally a sign that she's thinking about what they did in the night before or in the janitor's closet or wherever.