"I asked them to tell you that little lie. It wasn’t easy, tricking my own wife and making her believe the perfume had to be postponed. So, I hope this earns me forgiveness... and maybe a little reward for all the effort I’ve put in these past few weeks," I whisper against her lips.

"Nathan!" she murmurs, blushing.

"No one’s listening, baby. So... are you still mad at your husband for forgetting our anniversary?"

"No, I’m not mad anymore," she assures me. "You know what makes me ...