I like people who continuously surprise me. Not with gifts, but with sides of themselves that they keep reserved for certain people.

When you willingly pull off your layers for me to see who you are from the core. That is the kind of person I appreciate because I give a hundred percent of myself to people all the time.

That is a quality that I appreciate when it comes to this man in front of me. Who knew he could be so goofy as he makes me laugh with his cheesy jokes and pick up lines that he used on girls when he was in college.

You know back in the Bronze Age.

The paparazzi deal is long forgotten.

His idea of dessert was to get me everything that would entice my sweet tooth. Various types of pastry, chocolates, different exotic fruits, and cocktails which he makes himself.

“Where did you learn to do that?” I watch as he makes me a Long Island Iced Tea.

He pours the gin into the glass, “A skill I picked up a few years ago in the Bahamas”.

The drink is amazing. This man is amazing. Everything about this night is amazing.

He feeds me chocolate covered strawberries as I sit on top of the counter, surrounded by all these treats. My shoes long ago discarded on the floor and the dress hiked up my thighs by my cross legged sitting position.

Alexander sits on one of the bar stools, which he placed directly in front of me. His hands occasionally play with the hem of the dress. His warm hands make goosebumps appear on my skin.

I can’t believe it’s been one month already. It feels longer than that.

We sit like this and talk till midnight. I find myself suppressing a huge yawn as exhaustion takes over me.

“Let’s go to bed,” he says.

His arms swoop me off the counter as he carries me bridal style upstairs to his bedroom.

He places me on his massive bed. “Help yourself to my tshirts, I’ll be right back”. He walks out leaving me to get ready for bed.

I go into his walk in closet and go through the beautifully organised clothing in search of a shirt I could sleep in. His clothes are color coded and texture coded. My heart swells with happiness.

This is the wet dream of people with OCD.

I grab a black tshirt, which I put on in the closet. I step out and lay my dress and bra down on a black Alison Chaiselong near the closet.

I step into the bathroom, which is also as amazing as his bedroom. I search through his cabinets for wet wipes or something that will help me remove the makeup on my face.

I spot a packet of wet wipes and quickly get onto the task of relieving my pores from the stuff on my face. I rinse off the remnants with warm water and I let my face air dry.

I also get a toothbrush from one of the many, bamboo ones that are still in their original packaging that he has, from the same cabinet I got the wipes from.

His towering fram walks into the bathroom as I am brushing my teeth. He is shirtless with only a pair of bottoms on.

He stands next to me as he grabs his toothbrush and joins me in the oral adventure.

There is something weirdly intimate about brushing your teeth with someone.

Once we’re done we head into the bedroom. I see he has placed my purse and shoes next to the dress. My phone is on the bedside table.

I shoot Gigi a quick text about where I am and wish her a good night.

The phone slips out of my grasp, falling onto the bed right after I hit send. I feel his hands leaving a trail of warmth as they trail down my arms, to my hands.

He turns me around to face him, and I am met with the warmth of his chest as he wraps his arms around me.

“Thank you for tonight”.

Why is he thanking me? My confused face looks up at his.

“I’m supposed to be thanking you. Tonight was one of the best nights of my life”.

The corner of his lip curls up into a half smile, as his fingers get lost in my curly mane. My scalp feels like it's in heaven as he massages.

I am so lost in the wonderful feeling that I don’t even notice that we are no longer standing, but I am now on his lap as he sits on the bed.

His hands move down to sup my face as he leans in for a kiss. I become putty in his hands. My body has a fire that only he can ignite with just one kiss. Goosebumps raise upon my skin as the kiss becomes deeper and harder.

I find myself on my back and him nestled in between my thighs.

The silence in the room is filled with his heavy breathing and my small whimpers.

“Rose”, he whispers out into the dimly lit bedroom.

I respond by pulling the hair near the nape of his neck. That elicits a deep animalistic groan from him that makes me all tingly inside.

He pulls back, looking deeply in my eyes. His eyes are that dark stormy blue that shows his deepest emotions. I am being pulled into that storm, I don’t think I have any strength to pull away from power.

I have never had anybody, let alone a man look at me the way Alexander does. His gaze makes me feels safe. It also makes me feel like the most important thing in his world.

“You’re so beautiful”, his gaze still on mine. His fingers move away a few stray curls that fall on my forehead.

I smile at that. “And you’re a beautiful man”.

He chuckles, the corners of his eyes crinkle a little bit as he smiles.