Bedridden Glenn

Elowen:

Dante pulled me into an unending kiss, ravaging my body with his touches. At first, I thought he was just going to have sex with me, but he pulled away.

“I have something for you,” he said, grabbing my hand.

“But I haven’t had a bath, and…”

“You are pretty in whatever you wear,” he said, and I knotted my robe.

He pulled me away from the room and down the stairs until we came to a halt in front of the dining room, which was shut.

Glancing briefly at me, he pulled the door open to reveal a long table of breakfast. My face fell at once, because I had expected something better than breakfast to entice me. I mean, I eat like this every day.

He walked into the room while I stood for a while, thinking of the best way to deal with his prank. He had to be kidding me if this was the big surprise. Even Lee could throw me a breakfast banquet in my room.

“I picked these out for you,” he said, and I looked up and saw him holding a gigantic bouquet.

I was about to protest about it, but then