It was late on a Friday night and you were sitting on a hotel bed, donned in a silk robe as you opened the gifts you found in your hotel room. The soft rain sounds from the outside drowned out the subtle noise of city traffic.

Due to your husband, Miles’, intense schedule as a pro footballer, he was unable to celebrate your birthday with you.

Despite that, he had given you his card and the freedom to spend on top of reservations at a well-renowned restaurant. You celebrated your birthday with your friends and family and, while it was amazing and you were eternally grateful for everything, you couldn’t help but want your husband there too.

Miles was an attentive man and deeply in love with you, so this subtle feeling of yours didn’t go unnoticed by him.

Hence, he took you out and you spent the whole day doing your favourite activities and when you got back to the hotel, you saw those two boxes sitting on the bed surrounded by e heart of pink petals.

After a moment of intimacy, you sat in the centre of the bed opening the gifts as Miles stayed behind you, his hand gently sliding the silk robe a little ways off your shoulder as his lips came into contact with your skin.

When you opened the gifts, an excited smile curled your lips upwards as you looked back at him and kissed his cheek as a thank you.

Though, he was hardly paying attention. His mind was occupied with the smell of your scent and the feeling of your skin on his lips. His free hand snaked around your waist and planted firmly on your stomach as he peppered kisses on your shoulder and neck.

He eventually mumbled quietly, his lips never leaving your skin as he spoke.

“Glad you like it, my love.”