He kissed my forehead in the doorway when I arrived home from work.
“Get refreshed. I want tonight to be perfect.”
I floated through the hallway of our little apartment, smiling and in a haze of disbelief that this was actually my life.
Aaron had been planning it for weeks.
When I returned, all dressed up but still barefoot, Aaron glanced at his watch and stood up.
“I’m gonna change into a suit to match your stunning look,” he said. “You pour the wine. I want to do this properly.”
I laughed because he was being ridiculous.
Before pouring the wine, I decided to surprise him and sneak up to wrap my arms around his waist while he buttoned his shirt.
Then I heard his voice through the cracked bedroom door.
It wasn’t the voice he used with me. It was low and careful.
“I want to do this properly.”
