I can't wait till he gets home! I think to myself, as I leave work, speeding to ensure that I made it home before him. It was our 1-year anniversary and I had a huge surprise for him. I had a home cooked dinner, a couple bottles of our favorite beer and a sexy outfit picked out.
Dinner was simple and elegant and easy to prepare, taking only a ½ hour of my time, which was good since I only had 45 mins till he got home after me. I set the beer by the door, so it would be the 1st thing that he saw when he walked in. A few feet from the beer was a single long stemmed rose, and there was a trail of them that went up the stairs and into our bedroom.
Candles lined the headboard and the window seal and rose petals covered our bed. Dinner was sitting on a tray beside the bed and I was in the bathroom, speed undressing and dressing. I had a simple red lacy outfit, matching thong and tank top, it was super sexy and I knew he would like it. I had just finished strapping on my matching heels when I heard him pull into the driveway. I put a little eye shadow on and crammed my make up bag into the cabinet, and make a wild dash to the bed, as I hear him take a step onto the stairs. I quickly tousled my hair and pull the pillow under my chest and then rest my face on my hands, facing the door.
I had only been in that position for about a second when he opened the bedroom door, looking a bit puzzled, but with a huge grin on his face and looking sexy as always. I pat the bed beside me, wanting him to sit down. He sits down beside me, leaning down to kiss me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I sit up, as he pulls me close to him, holding me and kissing me, letting me know the silent way that I am his everything. Breaking the kiss, he asks, “So, what is all this Amy?”
“Well Randy, its all for you, for our anniversary. So happy anniversary sweetheart, I love you.”
