Right After Therapy
“I love you being messy.” He gave her more languid kisses—unhurried, soft, and promising. Her heartbeat quickened, something close to hyperventilation, until she finally broke the kiss.
He was driving towards the hospital where his special lady received therapy. He had mixed feelings about all this. He was thinking of surprising her with a gift, but it may be too much. Then he saw the quaint flower shop in the corner of the street. He pulled over, parked in front of the store, and got out. For a moment, he had to stare at the colorful flowers in full bloom, arranged differently. "Hi! May I help you?" the...