We arrive at Stefano's hotel suite, and he leads me straight to the bedroom. When he opens the door, I gasp softly. The room is bathed in warm, flickering candlelight, and the air is heavy with the scent of roses. Rose petals are scattered across the crisp white bedsheets, creating a scene straight out of a romantic fantasy.
"Stefano, what is all this?" I ask, my voice filled with wonder as I take in the romantic tableau before me.
He comes up behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. His breath is warm against my ear as he murmurs, "I wanted to do something special for you."
I turn in his embrace, my heart swelling with emotion. "You didn't have to do that," I whisper, overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness.
"I wanted to," he replies, his eyes dark with desire as they meet mine.
