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The Request in the Kitchen
The orchid on the kitchen table was looking a touch wilty, but the house was immaculate and sweetly scented. She breathed deeply and, as though in a dream, began the comforting ritual of making tea.
"Tea?"
"Please," he stood behind her at the great stovetop, his arms wrapped loosely around her waist and his cheek resting on her hair.
There was a bone deep contentment that enveloped them as they shared the quiet moment, gazes locked on the copper kettle.
"Elaine—"
She nestled deeper into his embrace. "Hmm?"
"Will you marry me?" His breath was hot on her cheek.
Orchid, #63