Page 84 of Champagne Nights

“Everything is good, sweetheart. I promise.”

“Since we’re staying in, I’m going to take a quick shower.”

“Okay. I’ll pour us some wine, and we can decide what we want to order when you’re finished.” He kissed my lips once again.

As I stepped into the shower, I was curious as to what he wanted to talk to me about. Maybe he wanted to take a vacation and go somewhere. God, how I would love to go somewhere with him. Like a tropical island where it was just the two of us. A smile crossed my face the more I thought about it. I bet that was it. He wanted to go away somewhere.

After I was finished, I slipped into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Removing the towel from my head, I ran a brush through my long hair. Ethan came up from behind me, took the brush out of my hand, and started brushing my hair.

“Here, let me.”

“What did you want to order?” I asked.

“Anything you want, sweetheart.”

“How about pasta from Luigi’s? I’ve been craving their bread.”

“Pasta sounds good.” He set down the brush and turned me around so I was facing him. “You’re so beautiful, and I’m a very lucky man to have you in my life.”

“I’m a lucky woman to have you in my life.” I hugged him tightly.

He called in our dinner order as I took my wine and sat down on the couch. I was anticipating what he wanted to talk to me about, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” I smiled.

“We’ll discuss it after dinner. It’ll be here soon.”

I heard his phone ring.

“Excuse me for a moment. It’s the office.”

While I sipped on my wine, there was a knock on the door. As I got up to answer it, Ethan ended his call and beat me to the door. Opening up the cabinet, I took down two plates and grabbed some silverware from the drawer, taking them to the table and setting them down.

“Sit down. I’ve got this.”

“Yes, sir.” I saluted him.

He let out a chuckle.

“The pasta is to your left and the salad is to your right.”

“And the bread?” I asked as I arched my brow.

“Shit. They didn’t give us any. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Very funny, Ethan.” I smiled. “I can smell it.”

“I should know better by now, right?”

“Right.”

We enjoyed our dinner and talked about our day. Ethan helped me clean up and then poured me another glass of wine.

“Let’s go over to the couch, shall we?”

“Okay.”

The suspense was killing me. I wondered where he was going to take me. It didn’t matter, though. I'd be happy anywhere as long as it was just the two of us. As we both sat down, I heard him take in a long, deep breath.

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