“Yeah,” Cypher replied from where he stood at the stove. “I know it’s your turn”—we’d decided on a schedule to share household tasks—”but I wanted to do something special tonight.”
“Well, it smells great.” I kissed his cheek quickly and stepped back. “Do I have time for a shower?”
“Sure. Fifteen minutes or so, and it’ll be ready to eat.”
“Awesome. Be back soon.” I hurried to my bedroom to shower and change. I put on a nicer pair of jeans and one of my good shirts, a deep purple one that fit me like a glove and brought out the violet of my eyes. It was also a good foil for my white-blond hair.
When I returned to the kitchen, Cypher whistled his appreciation of my attire. I fidgeted, pleased but still embarrassed at his praise.
“Have a seat, love.”
I sat, noticing for the first time the vase of white roses on the table and the candles that he’d lit.