Copyright August 2012, Sofia Bane
I was miserable when I got home that Friday afternoon: stressed, exhausted, no patience anymore for just about anyone. Anyone but my boyfriend, that is, and that was a blessing because he knew me better than I knew myself, knew exactly what I needed.
Ari was in the kitchen when I walked into the house, swinging the door shut behind myself. “Hey,” he said. His face changed when he actually looked at me. “Bad day?”
“Yep.” I dropped my briefcase on the recliner.
He seemed to consider something. “I bought you a present,” he said. “I think now’s a good time to give it to you.”
I was intrigued in spite of myself. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He wiped his hands on a dish towel. “It’s in the bedroom.” He motioned me up the stairs.