“How I wish my Valentine’s Day would go: I return home to find a trail of rose petals leading upstairs to the bedroom. I follow the trail into the bedroom where Ezio lays on my bed wearing nothing but a pair of lounge pants, surrounded by more petals, and holding a single rose in his hand. He smirks at me suggestively and beckons me over to join him on the bed. He makes passionate love to me and whispers sweet nothings and dirty words in Italian in my ear all night. *sigh* If only…”

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I know Valentine’s Day has passed, but love should be celebrated all year long…
~Claudia