Angela couldn't remember the last time she celebrated Valentine's day properly. She didn't even remember the holiday until she woke up on Thursday that week with red roses wrapped in black paper on her nightstand and a card propped next to it with Gael's familiar handwriting.
[ It's our first Valentine's day together, and I want to make it right. I especially had this shipped all the way from…just kidding, I woke up early & walked a couple of blocks to get these for you. I skipped a long line because the family who owns the shop loves me. Then I raced back home, hoping you were still snoring when I got back so you could wake up to this surprise, and I get to put that smile you have on your face right now while reading this. ;) I know… I'm awesome.
Also, get your ass downstairs, baby. I'm making breakfast, and I'd love to eat mine off of your beautiful naked body. YUM. Chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and my tongue on you sound good?
See you in a bit, Love. ]
