Reservation for Two

On Friday, I woke before he did to catch my flight to Seattle. In the shower, I planned out what I would wear to Ardor— maybe the dress I wore to the retreat, with the Louboutins he bought me for Christmas. Perhaps, for once, the night would end at his place rather than mine. And when it did, I would tell him we could go to HR. He’d be pleased by that— I suspected he wanted it more than he let on.