Gabe had decided we’d go out to eat for our anniversary.

Usually, we liked to make meals at home, romantic or otherwise. It wasn’t uncommon for us to cook a celebratory dinner together in the kitchen, eat it in the dining room and then fuck on the sofa in the living room. We’re homebodies, and we make the most of it.

It was a lovely summer night, so I wore a short skirt and a soft silk blouse. I had to admit, being taken out was a nice change of pace.

When we walked toward the restaurant, the soft breeze blew over my bare legs, and I found myself getting turned on by that subtle caress. When we returned home, we’d have to celebrate our anniversary in a completely different way — naked.

“What are you smiling about?” he asked, studying my face.