EMILY'S POVThe bedroom was warm, candlelight flickering across the walls.Ralph had drawn a bath earlier, rose petals floated on the surface, steam rising in soft curls. He had poured wine, set out fruit and dimmed the lights until the room glowed amber and goldI stood in the doorway, watching him move around the room, and felt something loosen in my chest. A tension I hadn't realized I was carrying. A weight I hadn't named."You planned all this?" I asked.He turned, that slow smile spreading across his face. The candlelight caught the gold flecks in his grey eyes and made them shimmer."I wanted tonight to be perfect." He crossed to me, took my hand, raised it to his lips. "You deserve perfection."His mouth brushed my knuckles, with a soft lingering kiss.It was such a small thing, just a kiss on the hand. But the way he looked at me while he did it made my knees weak."Ralph...""Shh." He pulled me closer, his hands sliding up my arms, over my shoulders, to the tie of my robe. "L
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