Mara finished her last piece of bread before stepping into the car, Ethan. He was too much.
Taking up nearly a third of the back seat was the biggest bouquet of red roses Mara had ever seen. The deep crimson petals were flawless, each bloom perfectly arranged, their fragrance filling the air around her.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached out, grazing the soft petals before spotting a small card nestled among them.
She pulled it free and unfolded it. "To my beautiful wife. Each rose represents the number of times I thought of making love to you last night but couldn't. …That was a joke. I know you look more stunning than these flowers. I love you, and I'm sorry. Love,
Your Husband.
Mara smiled, warmth spreading through her chest as she brought the card closer, rereading it with a quiet giggle.
