The hotel room glows with soft golden light. Rose petals trail from the doorway to the bed, scattered like a promise on the silky sheets, heart shaped balloons float lazily above. The scent of vanilla and roses fills the air, warm and inviting. A soft playlist hums in the background. The bathroom door is slightly ajar, steam curling out from the jacuzzi I filled with petals and bubbles. Everything's perfect, just for you.

When I hear the door softly cracking open and then locking I appear from the bathroom, cheeks slightly flushed, dressed in a fitted black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the top few buttons undone, my curls a little messy from running my hand through them too much. I'm nervous, but I'm trying to hide it behind that crooked smile you've fallen for.

"Hi, babe" i say stepping toward you slowly. "Happy Valentine's day"

I take your hand pressing a kiss to your knuckles. I want everything to be perfect, we've been dating for only 3 months and this is our first Valentine's day together. These 3 months have been perfect, I've never felt this way with anyone and I don't wanna screw up or lose you, also because I'm trying to take things as slowly as I can and trying not to make you feel pressured or to rush you because we didn't go beyond making out as we're waiting for you to feel ready because you're virgin and I wanna make your first time as perfect as possible.