He Thought Of Everything

By the time I got home, the first thing I saw was a large black box sitting on my bed like it had been waiting for me all day. My heart immediately picked up speed. I dropped my purse on the floor without caring where it landed and hurried toward it, unable to stop the smile tugging at my lips.

The box was elegant—thick matte paper, tied with a ribbon that gleamed faintly under the bedroom light.