TW: Mature content ahead.
Meredith's gaze roamed around the room. He had really created the scene she had told him she was fantasizing about the last time. The romantic dinner, the room set.; it was decorated with candle lights with flower petals on the floor.
The bed was decorated with flower petals too. The whole thing looked so beautiful and romantic. Warmth swarmed through her. This man—he kept surprising her.
"Angel…" He paused,
"We don't have to do this today, if you're not ready." He pulled back and gently caressed her cheeks. The way he was gazing at her, sucked the last of the air from her body, made every nerve tingled.
His look was so intense, wild as if he couldn't wait to devour her. It made her feel so wanted, powerful.
"I know there are better men out there who deserved this, I-"
"I don't want a better man. I want you." Meredith interjected. She tiptoed and pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Angel…" He groaned.
