‘Knowing how much of a romantic he is, you had asked Arno if you could keep things simple for Valentines as unfortunately you had to work that day. So when you get off your shift and see a text that he has a surprise waiting you can’t help but wonder what the man is up to. 

Coming through the front door, you immediately notice how dark it is—the only light coming from small flickering tea lights that line a trail of rose petals up to your shared bedroom. You smile at the gesture as you remove you shoes and coat, anticipation bubbling under your skin. 

Quickly, you make your way upstairs and the sight that greets you as you open the bedroom door takes your breath away. Lying comfortably in bed, with the sheet draped oh so carefully across his naked body, is Arno. 

“Simple enough?” he asks with a smile. Climbing onto the bed, you kiss him deeply as he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you in close. 

“Perfect” you murmur against his lips.

“Good,” he whispers, “you’ve had a long day, let me take care of you.” and he does. There isn’t an inch of skin that goes untouched by his hands or lips as he spends the night worshiping your body.’

Confession [@datnovice]