It had been three months although it had felt like 3 years. Beth lived six hours away. She may as well have been on the moon, no more often than Alan had been able to visit with her.
He was finally able to get a couple days off in a row and was on his way to her. It was getting dark and Beth would likely be asleep when he finally got there. That's ok she liked how he woke her anyway.
In the seat beside him was a single rose. As lovely as that flower was it could never approach how beautiful his Beth was. And would always be.
He pulled into the parking area of her apartment complex, grabbed the rose and headed to her door. There was always an increase in his heart rate, and now was no different. He reached her door and took the spare key from under the mat. With a quick thank you to the heavens for aligning in such a way he unlocked the door and entered her apartment.
She wasn't in the living room, so he quietly slipped his shoes off, laid his jacket on a chair and tiptoed to her bedroom.
There in the moonlight laid the most beautiful woman he had ever known. She was covered in just a sheet and one lovely leg stuck out from under it. He took the rose and gently glided it up the bare leg.
She shifted...was she waking already? No. But the sheet had fallen away. She was naked beneath it.
He replaced the gentle touch of the rose with feather light kisses. From her knees, up her inner thighs he made a trail to where his lips and tongue wanted to be.