Dedicated to someone that needs this in her life as well as someone to let the freak out with; you can have both.
Everyone above the age of 18.
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Hands cover your eyes as you close the door to your apartment, startling you a bit but bringing a smile to your face. The hands are gentle as they blind your sight and you feel his hot breath on your neck; sending shivers down your spine.
"What do you think you are doing?" you ask.
"Oh, nothing much really I have a surprise for you, darling," he whispers in your ear," And no peeking."
"It has been a long day and I am tired," you say, a little hesitantly.
"I know darling but what I have in mind is not our usual. Now come on little one," He says to as he starts to guide you deeper into the apartment.
His arms are around your shoulders as he directs you, his fingers still covering eyes. It only takes a few moments before he stops you and slowly draws his hands away from your face. Your first sight is candle lit on the dining table, the light from it sparkles off the place settings and the single red rose sitting on your plate. You aren't sure where the china came from or where he came up with the rest of this set up. Pulling out your chair, he motions for you to sit down.
"What is all this?" you inquire.
"This would be dinner," He says smiling, impishly.
"Obliviously but what is the occasion?"
"No occasion, you just been busy at work and school and I thought you might like some good food and a quiet evening at home," He replies as he goes into the kitchen pulling things out and setting them down on the table.
First, he sets a bowl filled with a salad in front of you and then sets one at his place. Sitting down across the table he smiles at you and waits for you to begin. As you eat he smiles and watches you intently. The courses and conversation proceed, as the dinner continues, a fettuccini with alfredo is the main dish with a side of garlic bread. You are surprised at the level of attention he is paying you, listening intently to your tales of the day and school. It is nice to vent and explain your frustrations of all of it to someone who really does care about how your day went. The weight of it all falls away as you finish your dinner. Almost with perfect timing, the oven buzzes announcing that whatever is in there is done. Springing to his feet, he goes and pulls out a cookie sheet filled with your favorite kind of cookie, the best kind; sugar cookies. You laugh at the child like glee on his face as he pulls them off of the sheet and places them gently on a plate. Bringing them over to the table, he puts a couple fresh baked cookies on a saucer for you. Taking a couple of them for himself he sits back down.