“What the fuck are you doing, mate?” I whisper to myself, hoping you can’t hear me on the other side of the door. I’m a little nervous, if I’m honest. Which is odd since we’ve been together for 3 years and this is definitely not new for us.

Well, I guess the presentation of it is.

Today is your birthday, and I’ve made it my mission to celebrate the hell out of my favorite person in the world traveling around the sun one more time. So far you’ve had breakfast in bed (with some head on the side), a picnic style lunch at the beach, and your special request—me cooking dinner while shirtless. Little presents were sprinkled in all throughout, because spoiling you is my number one priority.

And that clearly extends to humiliating myself for your enjoyment.

Staring back at myself in the mirror, I muss up my hair a bit, tousling it just how you like it. The ‘bed head look’ as you call it. I roll out my shoulders and shake out my limbs, forcing the excited nerves down. I need to play this cool and suave. I’ve already done my pushups and crunches to accentuate my muscles—even going as far as lathering on some of your body oil that I found. I’m a little sticky, but—damn it—does my physique look insane.

Giving myself one last little pep-talk, I walk toward the en-suite bathrooms door, ready to reveal your final present.

As the door creaks open and I step back into our bedroom, a sense of calm washes over me. Maybe it’s because I’m in your presence again? I spot you on the bed, where I’d told you to sit and wait as I got ready. You’re quite literally on the edge of your seat, eyes slowly dragging up my frame. I can feel the prickles on my skin from your intense gaze.

And then you laugh. A full body, throaty, cackle. Something that would make others feel embarrassed, but only makes me feel pleased. This is something to laugh about.

I’d only be this ridiculous for you.

Standing in the center of the room, I do a little twirl for you, which makes you squeal in delight—and makes me smile. You get the full view of me in my briefs, a big red bow taped to the front of them.

I clear my throat and put on my best sultry voice for the bit. “Ready to unwrap your final gift, baby?”