Kev and I celebrated our wedding anniversary last night with a quiet dinner out.
On a side note, I just found out that they call February 13th Mistress Day. Who knew?!?
A few things about last night...
Early on in the evening Kev locked eyes with me over the candlelit table and told me, with stone cold authority, that he wanted to slap me... with his lips.
Toward the end of the meal Kev leaned in and whispered, "I want to undo 3 of my buttons." I chuckled as I too, was very full. "Want to know how many I have?" he continued. "Three?" I guessed. "Four." was the answer.
And then as we walked to the car, hand-in-hand, Kev checked the time on his phone and then stopped, pulled me in for a kiss and told me "No rush. I told my mom we'd be home before midnight."
As we stood on the street corner, enjoying the moment, I had to inquire, "What time is it?"
"Nine forty-five." he responds.