Blindfolded, he sat at the dining table. A slight smirk rested on his lips.
She set something in front of him and slid into her seat.
“Okay, you can take off the blindfold.”
He slipped off the silk covering and looked around.
The house was still with the exception of a few lit candles. Before him set a single cupcake with a glowing candle. And then he looked to his left.
There, she sat. A chemise tank top cut low framed her assets perfectly. One strap slipped off her shoulder. She smiled at him as his grin grew.
“Happy Birthday, hon. Make a wish and blow out the candle.”
He rested his head on his hand as he continued to look her over.
“I don’t need a wish, I have all I want.”
She blushed, understanding what he meant. Then she giggled.
“Okay, then. Blow out the candle,” then she winked at him.
Happy Birthday, indeed!