#romthomas

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“We promised each other no gifts this year.” Thomas said, looking expectantly at his boyfriend, Roman.

“Am I to assume you grew these strawberries yourself?” He said smugly gesturing toward the Bouquet of assorted chocolate dipped strawberries on the counter.

“Food doesn’t count under the no gifts part,” Thomas protests with a faint smile.

“Hm, well if it makes you feel any better I didn’t pay for this gift.” The envelope still hung in the air, Roman still waiting for Thomas to accept it.

“Fine.”

‘My Love’ is what was written neatly in black ink against the off white paper Thomas held in front of him. The envelope felt a little heavier than what any letter should have possibly felt like. Thomas looks up at Roman in slight confusion.

“Just open it,” he said, his voice soothing and smooth with a hint of excitement lingering. Thomas did love Roman’s voice and he enjoyed it when his partner was excited.

The pads of his finger pulled apart the paper lifting it to get into the inside. Red hearts fell out dancing through the air as they twirled and swayed their way to the floor beneath him. Thomas couldn’t help but chuckle (giggled if you ask Roman) as the small gesture. Of course Roman would fill an envelope with tiny glittery hearts. But the envelope was still weighted, the hearts obviously were not what was holding gravity. Opening the package wider Thomas reached his fingers in and pulled out … a key.

“Surprise.”

“A key?” He asks. What could possibly be this key? Reasonable it would be to open something but to open what?

“I got access to my parents' cabin next weekend.” He said. Thomas looks between the key and Roman.

“Ok?”

“Picture you, me, alone. In the privacy of a cabin surrounded by mountains and trees. With no one to bother us for the whole weekend. Should I continue?”