Walking up to the house after work I am mildly surprised to see all of the lights out. Most nights when I come home the house is brightly lit, with supper either on the table or close to being ready. But tonight a million thoughts run through my mind as my hand falls onto the latch.
Did you go to the bar? Maybe you went shopping. Or, a little voice in the back of my head whispers, did my letter this morning seem so off the wall that you left? Our sexual adventures in the bedroom had never been what you might call wild-I mean the sex is great but itβs the same night after night. So that idea might have just been shocking not arousing, as I had hoped.
I push these unsettling thoughts aside as I open the door. There is a faint light shining from the direction of the kitchen which I hadnβt seen from the outside as it was at the back of the house. Feeling much better now I took off my coat and shoes before making my way down there. Walking into the kitchen a smile crosses my lips as I see a single candle sitting in the middle of the table with a white envelope resting against the base.
Stepping up to the table I pick up the envelope, open it and draw out the folded sheets inside. I need to turn on a light so I can sit down and read it. It says:
To my love,
Your letter on my pillow this morning was a delightful surprise. I have often wondered if you might be willing to explore new and exciting experiences with me but did not have the courage to approach you with it. I would never do anything to hurt you and I was afraid. Please take this as an answer.
After a few minutes;