The city lights shimmered outside the window, a perfect backdrop for the most romantic night of the year. Nick had spent hours preparing as you had spent hours choosing the perfect red silk dress. Nick set up candles to set the mood for what was sure to be an unforgettable Valentine's Day with you. The scent of roses filled the air, petals delicately scattered across the bed, each one whispering promises of love.
As he adjusted the last candle, he heard the front door open. His heart skipped a beat.
"Baby?" your voice echoed through the apartment.
"In here love," he called softly, anticipation building.
The moment you stepped into the room, his deep brown eyes locked onto yours, filled with a warmth that sent shivers down your spine. He looked breathtaking in his black suit, a single red rose in his hand.
"For you," he said, his voice husky as he leaned in, pressing the flower against your lips before kissing you gently.
A soft sigh escaped you as he cupped your face, deepening the kiss. His lips moved with slow, deliberate passion, igniting a fire that had been simmering all day.
"I've been counting down the hours," he murmured against your lips.
You smiled, running your fingers through his soft, dark curls. "Me too."
Nicholas took your hand, guiding you toward the table he had set up in the dining room. A candlelit dinner, complete with your favorite dishes, awaited. Your heart melted at the thoughtfulness behind every little detail.
"You did all this?" you asked, gazing at him in admiration.
"For the love of my life? Always." His voice was a melody of sincerity and adoration.
The evening passed in a blissful haze of laughter, stolen kisses, and whispered confessions of love. Between bites of chocolate-covered strawberries and sips of rich red wine, Nicholas never let go of your hand. He traced circles on your palm, his touch sending sparks up your arm.
When dinner was finished, he pulled you close, swaying to the soft music playing in the background. His arms wrapped around you, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
"Dance with me," he whispered, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.
You melted into him, letting the rhythm of the music and the steady beat of his heart guide you.
Nicholas tilted your chin up, his gaze darkening with desire. "I love you," he breathed, his lips hovering just above yours.
"I love you more," you replied, closing the distance.
The kiss was slow, deep, filled with the kind of love that set souls on fire. His hands roamed down your back, pulling you impossibly closer. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you in this moment of pure passion.
He lifted you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you to the bedroom where rose petals lay waiting. The night stretched on, filled with whispered promises, tender touches, and kisses that left you breathless.
As dawn broke, Nicholas held you against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "Best Valentine's Day ever," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You smiled, heart full, knowing that with him, every day felt like Valentine's Day.
