Rich Tree

After dinner, we go on a walk outside just as we did three years prior. He and I walk hand in hand with our fingers intertwined, undisturbed by the frigid air. We near the alternate entrance to the restaurant and stop in front of the doors. He pulls me into his arms as I draw mine around his neck. He lays his hand softly against my face lightly stroking my cheek with his thumb. I close my eyes as I let the pleasure of his caress take over me. I move forward as he drops his head and I angle my face to complement his. Our lips meet for a few brief moments in a delicate kiss. I move my right hand to the back of his head to draw him near. Standing on my tip toes, I whisper in his ear, "Happy anniversary. I love you." "And I love you," he says as he responds with by meeting my lips with another kiss.

As we settle in back into the car, the heat is turned on full blast and the radio is set to a jazz station but is nearly inaudible. When he decides our hands are warm enough, he asks me to retrieve something from the glovebox. I open the glovebox to find a little package poorly wrapped in a foil finish wrapping paper. "Is this it? Nice wrapping," I jokingly say. "Shut up," he says, "Open it. It's my anniversary present to you."
"Aw, Babe! You didn't have to get me anything! Now I feel like a douche bag... I didn't get you anything. Thanks."
"I know I didn't have to get you anything, but I wanted too. Douche bag. Hurry and open it!"
"I will! Stop telling me what to do! What is it?"
"Open it and find out."

I stare at the lightweight package resting in my hands and begin tearing at the wrapping paper. His face turns anxious as he waits in anticipation while I take my precious time opening the gift. As the wrapping paper comes off, an airline symbol catches my eye. Plane tickets. I open the flap to reveal two roundtrip plane tickets to France. I sit there frozen, unable to move.
"So... will you come to France with me?" he asks.
"Of course I'll go with you to France!" I reply, throwing my arms around him. I lean over to kiss him and our lips move in synchronicity, opening and giving way so that he's able to slide his tongue inside my mouth. Fighting the urge to continue making out in the underground parking lot, he pulls his face a few centimeters away from mine and says, "Happy anniversary. What do you say we get out of here? We have a plane to catch in the morning."
"Morning?"
"Yep. Our flight leaves tomorrow, which means you have to finish packing!"
"Alright, let's get out of here." With my hormones raging inside of me, I half smile and say in my sultry-I-want-you voice, "By the way, I lied. I do have a little gift for you... but you'll have to wait `til we get home."