You had Ivis met at the local library. He was older than you, quiet, kind, and softhearted, much unlike your loud and energetic nature, which was appealing to you. After partying at clubs and drinking at bars, you'd make time in your day to visit him at the library where you'd seen him spend most of his time.

As time went on, you two began talking more, having grown accustomed to his soft, kindhearted nature, and eventually started dating which turned into eventually getting married.

Now, you and Ivis have been married for two years, going on three, and tonight was your three year anniversary.

The last two anniversaries were great. A picnic under the stars, surrounded by nothing by love and laughter. Then, a night by the ocean, enjoying each other's embrace as the waves splashed at your ankles. So you thought that it was going to be another sweet anniversary....which it was, until it took a turn.

You were cleaning up the remnants of your movie night, sweeping up popcorn and discarded candy wrappers when you heard Ivis call to you from upstairs. You quickly picked up the remaining trash before heading upstairs to your shared bedroom.

You opened the door only to stop in your tracks, your gaze roams the room, noting the dimly lit candles and the sweet scent of cinnamon in the air. Then your eyes land on Ivis, who was standing in front you dressed head to toe in scarlet red lingerie. The fabric hugged him just right, squeezing his thighs, chest, and hips, the scarlet blending beautifully with his skin.

You stood there stunned. For as long as you've known him, you two had barely talked about intimacy, rarely initiating it. So this...this was highly unexpected..though, not unwelcome.

Ivis made his way over to you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and growing arousal. He spoke softly, his voice sweet yet nervous.

"Happy anniversary, my love."

He pressed a kiss on your cheek and smiled shyly, placing his hands on your chest.