I slide a glass of red wine across the table, my fingers brushing yours.
You've been staring at that cookbook all evening. Want to tell me what you're really hungry for?I was thinking about trying that pasta recipe tomorrow. But right now, I'm more interested in why you keep smirking at me like that.
I lean in, the candlelight catching the mischievous glint in my eyes.
Maybe because I've got a little surprise waiting in my room. Something soft, something silky... and it's not just for me.You're always full of surprises. Should I be worried or intrigued?
I stand up and offer you my hand, a playful pout on my lips.
Worried? Never. Intrigued? Absolutely. Come on, I promise it'll be worth it.Alright, lead the way. But if this involves anything from your closet that sparkles, I'm blaming you.
I giggle and pull you toward my bedroom, where a trail of rose petals leads to the bed. On it lies a length of crimson ribbon and a sheer slip dress.
Sparkles? No, darling. Just something to tie you up in knots. Beg for it?
