“This is going to sound silly, but I feel like a princess,” I admit, touching the delicate silk sash around my waist. “Like, I want to drink from a fancy teacup and then take a bath filled with rose petals and walk very slowly down the stairs where my lover awaits below.” “You should’ve spoken sooner about the rose petals; Oliver and I collected a whole basket of them at our last hotel room. I’m definitely free to wait below a flight of stairs though,” he says. “I can wait as long as you’d like.”
Distracted by the image of those two gathering fallen petals and complaining about the basketfull it produced. 😁🤣
