The Day to Remember by Jessica Wood Read Free Book Online

gestured to the closed bathroom door, and it wasn’t until then that I remember why I got up from the couch in the first place.
    “Ok, what is it?” I asked uncertainly. I thought about what he must have been doing in the bathroom just minutes ago and I grimaced.
    “Open the door and you’ll find out,” he prompted as he stood behind me facing the door. I looked back at him with confusion and he chuckled. I turned to the door to open it, and was prepared to hold my breath to avoid smelling anything. But instead, I gasped. Two dozen candles of various sizes were lit around my bathroom, their reflection danced against the white, porcelain-tile walls surrounding the clawfoot bathtub. The bathtub was filled to the brim with rich layers of bubbles. The air was steamy and an inviting aroma of lavender oil greeted my nose.
    I turned around to look at him, “You did all this?”
    He nodded and smiled . He walked over to a small portable radio on the sink and turned it on. Soft jazz music began to play seductively as he turned to me and gave me a breath-taking smile. “I wanted to do something special for you to help you relax.”
    I felt my body melt at the pleasant surprise. “Wow, you’re too good to be true.”
    “I will take that as a compliment,” he teased.
    I laughed and then paused. “But where did all this come from?” I asked. “I don’t remember you bringing any of this stuff with you tonight.”
    Brandon chuckled, “T hat’s because I was stealthy.”
    I laughed. “No really, how did you sneak this all in?”
    “You were just too distracted by my charm, good looks, and body. I could seriously get anything by you,” he continued to tease.
    I hit his arm playfull y. “Tell me,” I demanded.
    “Ouch, don’t hurt me,” Brandon faked a grimace and then gave an exaggerated sigh. “Okay, if you really must know, you were busy with the flowers when I arrived, so you didn’t see me holding a bag, and when you went to the kitchen to get a vase, I put the bag in the bathtub.”
    I made a feigned expression of hurt on my face, “So you’re telling me the flowers were a decoy?”
    “Hey, don’t say it like that. They came from the heart,” Brandon said between fits of laughter as he pressed one hand against his chest. “But,” dragging out the word, “I do have to admit, they were convenient.”
    I laughed and shoo k my head as I rolled my eyes. I then looked at the inviting bathtub and smiled. “This is so sweet of you.”
    “I try.” He pulled me into his embrace and gently kissed my forehead.
    Then, I realized something and I started to laugh.
    “What’s so funny?” he asked as he gave me a curious look of amusement.
    “ Well, I have to admit that earlier, when you were in here for such a long time, I was wondering what you must have been doing in here.” Then I laughed again and gave him a teasing frown, “I was feeling a little uncomfortable that you had quickly gotten that comfortable with me.”
    Brandon laughed when he realized what I was implying. “But isn’t being comfortable with one another a good thing?” he cajoled as he playfully pulled me towards him again for a hug.
    “Well, there’s comfortable, and then there’s too comfortable.” I laughed.
    “Touché. Look at you, always thinking the worst of me.”
    I stopped laughing and looked up at him, “I’m sorry, Brandon.”
    “Emma, I was just teasing.”
    “I know that. What I meant was—”
    “ Emma, you don’t need to explain,” he said, interrupting my attempt at an apology. “I just want you to enjoy this bubble bath before the water gets cold. Don’t let all my hard work go to waste,” he teased.
    “Aren’ t you going to join me?” I asked, hoping he would say yes. Before he could respond, I gave him a devious smile and started pulling off his t-shirt over his head. I wasn’t about to let him say no.
    He chuckled when I started unbuttoning his jeans. “Well, this was really just supposed to be for