“i got you a surprise.” he said walking in the door. she smiled that smile that curled his toes. “chestnuts.” he said with a smirk threatening to break his straight face.
she wrinkled her brow and continued to load the dishes into the dishwasher. “chestnuts?”
“yeah like the christmas carol. i figured we’d roast them over an open fire, sit back with a bottle of pinot grigio, snuggle under an old quilt to keep jack frost at bay.” he winked at her.
she eyed him curiously. “only problem with your plan there, love, is we don’t have a fire place and it’s 80° outside so i doubt jack frost is going to be nipping either of our noses. i’m not opposed to the wine though.”
“here.” he said simply. she held out her hand expecting only heaven knows what. into it he placed a cube. a delicate morsel of chocolate sprinkled with rough sea salt. she smiled that smile and bit into the rich caramel.
“i wouldn’t know what to do with chestnuts, but i know what these do for you.” he kissed her forehead and placed the bottle of wine on the counter.