I never knew how much of a romantic my husband was until I came home from work one day. Lately, Eric had seemed preoccupied with something. His attention just wasn’t on us and I’d begun to think that maybe something was seriously wrong. Well, I couldn’t have been more off base. As I came home Friday night, I didn’t see Eric’s car in the driveway. I figured he must be working late again. I didn’t think we had any plans that night.
As I unlocked the door, I walked into candlelight and rose petals on the floor. I closed the door and set my briefcase down. I followed the rose petals into the living room. Setting on the coffee table was a beautiful arrangement of roses and a glass of white wine. A note card on the table said “Drink me.” I smiled and took a slow sip of wine. My favorite.
I followed the trail of rose petals down the hall to the spare room. On the bed was a long silk robe and a note that said “Wear me.” I slowly stripped out of my work clothes. Taking everything off, I slipped naked into the silk robe. It was soft and cool against my skin. I tied the sash and headed back out to follow the trail of rose petals. This time, they lead me upstairs to our bedroom.
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