tonight had been wonderful. you and james had celebrated your three year wedding anniversary. he woke you up with a kiss on the forehead on a cup of coffee on your bedside, and the two of you had made breakfast together before you both left for work.

when you got home, he greeted you with a faceful of kisses and a bouquet of flowers. he insisted you "sit there and look pretty" while he made you dinner, and who were you to object?

a nice, quiet dinner together with the sounds of both your favorite love songs playing in the background, a couple glasses of wine, and simple conversation. what more could you ask for?

"hungry for dessert?" james asked from behind you, your hands busy with washing the dinner dishes. his hands slid onto your hips, nose brushing against the side of your neck as he'd press a gentle, tender kiss to the crook of your neck.