The fragrance of the roses entered the room before he did, holding the bouquet in his hand.
“Happy anniversary, my love,” he whispered, leaning into me from behind and kissing me on the cheek, then handing me the bouquet.
“Had a good day?”
“Quite busy, actually. The clients had come to see the project outputs, and I was at that meeting all day,” he replied with a sigh, sitting down beside me.
I had kept the coffee ready, like always, and he took the cup and sipped slowly.
“One last coffee,” I thought to myself, remembering how he had been kissing his colleague passionately on the lips when I had gone to his office to surprise him earlier in the afternoon.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
12th April, 2018)