That night, the rain fell softly, making the atmosphere in the room even warmer and more intimate. You and I sat facing each other on the couch, looking at each other with small smiles on our faces.
“I want you to know one thing,” I said in a confident tone.
“What is it?” you asked, your eyes sparkling, curious about what I was going to say.
“I’m going to satisfy you tonight, in a different way than usual,” I said as I moved closer.
You smiled slightly, but your curiosity was clear. “Oh really? What kind of style are you talking about?”
I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I pulled you to your feet, led you to the center of the room, and started playing a song softly on the speakers.
“You really know why I feel special,” you whispered.
“Tonight isn’t over yet,” I replied with a smile.
And as the night went on, I made sure every moment was special for you—in my way, in our way.
