The Night Continues
That grin still hadn’t left his face… I was starting to get the feeling that he was planning something. Our night wasn’t over yet, so he had said. But what, I wondered, could he possibly be planning? This question faded from my mind upon pulling into the driveway. It was quiet as we casually got out of the car, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Immediately I went to the bedroom, and donned a clean satin nightgown. My still shirtless husband appeared then, carrying a tray of strawberries...