Chapter 88 Only For Him

• I let my fingers gently sift through Florian's hair as he carried me bridal style into the hotel suite he had booked for us. I wondered how long it had taken him to do all of this, plan everything so meticulously, and keep it away from me.
• I gave a small sigh, then wrapped my hand gently around his neck, my head coming to rest on his shoulder. I felt protected, and there was nothing I would exchange this feeling for.
• The door to our hotel suite opened up, and Florian walked in, then turned on the lights. The room was minimally decorated. A bouquet of red tulips, a bottle of wine and two glasses, and a red box sitting in the middle of the bed.