up an oil for my bath tonight.
The shop assistant had taken me over to the samples to help me chose, leaving
Tristan at the counter, talking to the other member of staff. What I evidently
hadn’t noticed, was the gift he swiftly purchased for me, we both had so many
bags in our hands at the time, it would have been easy to disguise; come to
think of it, it was the only time he wasn’t touching me – I run my hand over
the lid that says Aromatherapy Essentials.
“How did you’ – “I have my ways,” he beams
interrupting me.
“Brilliant, but sneaky,” I smile.
“Do you like it?” He tentatively asks.
“Yes, I love it,” I say pushing back tears
of appreciation. When did I turn into a blubberer? “Thank you,” I
whisper, leaning down to kiss him.
“Open it,” he says excitedly. I place the
box on my lap and lift the lid. Inside, I can see there are so many bottles of
oils that I could be here all night going through them. As I delve further, I
see there’s a guide to Aromatherapy book, and an oil burner with tea-lights.
“Do you have any idea how sweet and
romantic it is that you bought this for me?”
Tristan shrugs. “I just want to buy you
things I know you’ll like...and use,” he says his cheeky grin appearing.
“You have been listening,” I say dryly.
“Attention to detail,” he says tapping his
head.
“Well, you’ve got both presents right so
far,” I say jingling my bracelet at him.
He smiles shyly at me, gets to his feet,
and kisses my forehead. “I’ll be unpacking the car,” he tells me and slowly
saunters out of the room.
Picking up the small bottle of Sandalwood
oil that I purchased for myself, much to Tristan’s dislike, I shake it so
several drops fall into the bath water. Apparently it’s one that’s used for
relaxation. I know I definitely need to do more of that! I’m trying, I’m
getting there.
As I'm pinning my hair up, I get a flashback of Tristan in
the store, arguing with me about who was going to pay for a tiny little bottle
of oil. No wonder he got so agitated when I purchased it, he’d
already bought this gift for me! I shake my head at myself, it must have cost a
fortune!
With the bath filled, I switch off
the water, let my towel fall to the floor and step into the humungous egg
shaped bath. I sink down slowly into the warm water, it feels
wonderful and the scent of Sandalwood in the air is actually making me feel a
little drowsy...
“Hey,” I hear his voice whisper. My eyes
dart open, I must have drifted off for a second. Tristan is leaning his arms on
the edge of the bath, his chin propped on top.
“Hi,” I whisper back.
“May I join you?” He asks very politely – God
I love that about him, he’s so gentlemanly .
“Yes.” I smile and watch him strip his
clothes off in no time at all.
Leaning forward so he can sit behind me, I
suddenly wonder why I haven’t felt hot. It’s been another sweltering day, yet I
haven’t felt uncomfortable in the house at all. Tristan pulls me gently towards
him so that I’m lying against his chest.
“Has this house got some special coating on
the walls or something?” I say.
“Why do you ask?” He questions.
“Because I didn’t know it was so hot
outside until we went out, this house is well, cool.” I say by way of an
answer.
“That’s because it has an Air-Con system,”
he answers.
“A what?” I balk.
Tristan chuckles. “It’s like an
air-conditioning unit, but better.”
“That’s a bit extravagant isn’t it? I mean
it’s not like we normally get summers like this,” I say.
“True, but it’s been useful so far.” His
hands start wandering across my body.
“Oh no you don’t mister,” I playfully slap
his hand that almost reached my breast.
“Sorry...you’re kind of hard to resist,” he
says kissing my cheek.
“Well resist until I have fed you sir,
that’s an order!” I try for a scolding tone but it just comes out as playful.
“Yes ma’am.” Tristan
The shop assistant had taken me over to the samples to help me chose, leaving
Tristan at the counter, talking to the other member of staff. What I evidently
hadn’t noticed, was the gift he swiftly purchased for me, we both had so many
bags in our hands at the time, it would have been easy to disguise; come to
think of it, it was the only time he wasn’t touching me – I run my hand over
the lid that says Aromatherapy Essentials.
“How did you’ – “I have my ways,” he beams
interrupting me.
“Brilliant, but sneaky,” I smile.
“Do you like it?” He tentatively asks.
“Yes, I love it,” I say pushing back tears
of appreciation. When did I turn into a blubberer? “Thank you,” I
whisper, leaning down to kiss him.
“Open it,” he says excitedly. I place the
box on my lap and lift the lid. Inside, I can see there are so many bottles of
oils that I could be here all night going through them. As I delve further, I
see there’s a guide to Aromatherapy book, and an oil burner with tea-lights.
“Do you have any idea how sweet and
romantic it is that you bought this for me?”
Tristan shrugs. “I just want to buy you
things I know you’ll like...and use,” he says his cheeky grin appearing.
“You have been listening,” I say dryly.
“Attention to detail,” he says tapping his
head.
“Well, you’ve got both presents right so
far,” I say jingling my bracelet at him.
He smiles shyly at me, gets to his feet,
and kisses my forehead. “I’ll be unpacking the car,” he tells me and slowly
saunters out of the room.
Picking up the small bottle of Sandalwood
oil that I purchased for myself, much to Tristan’s dislike, I shake it so
several drops fall into the bath water. Apparently it’s one that’s used for
relaxation. I know I definitely need to do more of that! I’m trying, I’m
getting there.
As I'm pinning my hair up, I get a flashback of Tristan in
the store, arguing with me about who was going to pay for a tiny little bottle
of oil. No wonder he got so agitated when I purchased it, he’d
already bought this gift for me! I shake my head at myself, it must have cost a
fortune!
With the bath filled, I switch off
the water, let my towel fall to the floor and step into the humungous egg
shaped bath. I sink down slowly into the warm water, it feels
wonderful and the scent of Sandalwood in the air is actually making me feel a
little drowsy...
“Hey,” I hear his voice whisper. My eyes
dart open, I must have drifted off for a second. Tristan is leaning his arms on
the edge of the bath, his chin propped on top.
“Hi,” I whisper back.
“May I join you?” He asks very politely – God
I love that about him, he’s so gentlemanly .
“Yes.” I smile and watch him strip his
clothes off in no time at all.
Leaning forward so he can sit behind me, I
suddenly wonder why I haven’t felt hot. It’s been another sweltering day, yet I
haven’t felt uncomfortable in the house at all. Tristan pulls me gently towards
him so that I’m lying against his chest.
“Has this house got some special coating on
the walls or something?” I say.
“Why do you ask?” He questions.
“Because I didn’t know it was so hot
outside until we went out, this house is well, cool.” I say by way of an
answer.
“That’s because it has an Air-Con system,”
he answers.
“A what?” I balk.
Tristan chuckles. “It’s like an
air-conditioning unit, but better.”
“That’s a bit extravagant isn’t it? I mean
it’s not like we normally get summers like this,” I say.
“True, but it’s been useful so far.” His
hands start wandering across my body.
“Oh no you don’t mister,” I playfully slap
his hand that almost reached my breast.
“Sorry...you’re kind of hard to resist,” he
says kissing my cheek.
“Well resist until I have fed you sir,
that’s an order!” I try for a scolding tone but it just comes out as playful.
“Yes ma’am.” Tristan
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