Skip ahead to dinner that night

Maybe because the ride had been more adventurous than they'd planned, or maybe just because the hotel was a new place and they needed time to acclimate, Jake and Abbie spent the day just relaxing quietly. She napped, he watched television, they sat on the balcony with some room service snacks. It was incredibly peaceful, even if it was rather mundane.

Jake had made a reservation at the hotel's rooftop steakhouse, and as evening approached, they got dressed and ready to eat. Jake got dressed in a houndstooth blazer and brown pants. Abbie wore the black cocktail dress she had tried on for Jake the day before -- low, scooping top that exposed almost all but not quite all of her breasts and left little to the imagination. A pair of black heels completed the look.

Jake raised his eyebrows and shook his head, dumbfounded. "I just -- there are no words."

"Surely there are at least a few words," said Abbie.

"Okay ... there's 'amazing' ... and 'knockout' ... and 'super fucking hot.' Those are the words."

Abbie smiled at him. "That's a start. If any more words come to mind while we're out, be sure to let me know."