Valentine's Evening To Remember; If You Survive.....
I miss my husband. It's our fifteenth Valentine's Day as a couple and he has to work. They say that one of the keys to a great marriage is compromise, so I'm taking it upon myself to improvise. We've sent messages back and forth all day, along with some very private pictures. He gets off in one hour, that gives me just enough time to set up for his home coming.
I went out and bought two gorgeous rib eyes at the market with some asparagus and hollandaise (his favorite). There's a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge and my YouTube account is all set up with a romantic, sexy-time playlist. My mind reels with adoration when I think of how long we've been together.
On the table are freshly chilled chocolate covered strawberries, two wine glasses, a clean ashtray, joint and lighter. The steaks are resting and warmed along with the veggies. The dining room is set for the perfect evening.
Onto the bedroom, I've placed flame-less candles around the room, hubby hates a hot room, and the bed is made with fresh silken sheets.
Now to get myself ready! I place my clothes on the bed, he likes me in pinks best. I scent them with his favorite perfume. My blood warms at the thought of his touch. On the counter is a lovingly written note that reads, '*Your Valentine is waiting in the bath. Help yourself to the table, then come on in. I love you.'*
My body is relieved of the weight of my clothes as I start to run the bath. The scented body wash is poured in. I watch the still water start to pop and bubble with excitement. Slowly, I lower myself into the bath, letting the warmth of the water envelop me like a blanket. I start playing music on my phone as I lay my head back and close my eyes. The front doorknob squeaks as it opens, then I hear it close. Hubby's home!!!
From the living room I hear the sound of shoes shuffling to the dining room table. I wriggle my frame down further into the water, smiling wickedly. The flick of the lighter sounds and soon I can smell the sweet scent of burned rope. A POP resounds as a wine cork dislodges from its bottle. I wonder if he's gotten my note yet.
Then I hear a crashing sound, like something knocking over. I can hear the footsteps walking closer to the bathroom. My joy is like a child's on Christmas! “Baby! You alright out there? I cleaned all day to make everything nice, you gonna share that? I'm waaaaiiitttttiiiinnng.” I sing out to him.
There's no response, he's almost at the door now. Suddenly then the music is interrupted by a text message alert. It's from my husband,
*Hey Honey. I'm sorry I'm stuck at the office for a little bit longer. I love you. Can't wait to see you*
