He can swing me up into his arms,
And carry me across the threshold.
"Are you satisfied now?" I murmur, ruffling his hair with my hands.
"Not quite. I have a hankering to christen this place right and proper."
"Whatever do you mean?" I ask, feigning innocence.
"I'm better at showing you than telling."
He carries me up the stairs and we enter our bedroom for the first time. A large four-poster bed with a dainty, padded vanity bench at the foot. The drapes, bedcovers, and the rug on the floor were all gold and purple.
Even the chandelier that hung from the ceiling had gold and purple tones. At the glass sliding doors which lead to the patio are two chairs and a table where we could sit. The bedroom also features an oval mirrored dresser, a fireplace and flat-screen television.
