I love how soft her skin is against my lips, she leans over the bar and orders a dry martini ‘her favourite’ and downs it in one and orders another “Happy anniversary baby” she smiles
I swig the last of my beer “your presents are upstairs” her face lights up and she flashes me a cheeky smile
“I have yours also, god im tired and my feet are sore I need a long hot shower and to sit in bed with my lovely husband and read a good book, can we order room service instead of going out for dinner please baby”
Looks like it will be another fruitless night then god I am so desperate for her she has no idea how good she looks and how much I want her to
