Three Things

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Amber woke up and saw Luke standing over her holding a coffee cup. Groaning, she rolled and stretched out. A line of sunlight lay across the bottom of the bed and she knew he’d caused it by peering out of the curtains. Turning back, she fixed with him with her best anger face. However, it was softened by sleep and caused Luke to laugh at her instead of being afraid.

‘What is it?’ she muttered.

‘I’ve a surprise for you,’ he said.

‘Can’t it wait? I’ve just done a nightshift.’

Luke shook his head and offered her the cup, ‘drink this.’

She took it from him, expecting to find coffee, but instead there was a thick, sticky blue liquid. Frowning, she sniffed it before turning back to him.

‘It’s safe. Honest. I finally got that smoothie recipe right.’

Slowly, she brought the cup to her lips and took a sip. A mixture of fruit juices hit her tongue and as she swallowed, it tasted super sweet. She chocked and handed the cup back.

‘Well, I thought it was okay,’ Luke said in a low voice.

‘It’s fine,’ Amber coughed, ‘Please tell me you didn’t just wake me for that?’

‘No, erm, put this on.’ He handed her a satin blindfold.

Amber hesitated and then took it. In the whole six years of them dating, Luke had never shown an interested in kinky stuff. Still feeling groggy from sleep, Amber tried to read him. Luke had moved to sitting on the end of the bed, drinking the rest of the smoothie. He was dressed casually and seemed disinterred in her.

‘Why do I need this? What’s going on?’ she asked.

‘Put it on and you’ll see.’

With a heavy sigh, she tied the blindfold across her eyes. Dropping her hands in her lap, she suddenly felt nervous. Luke hadn’t done anything like this before and he wasn’t very good at surprises. She flipped through ideas about what it could be and then pushed everything away.

She heard him stand and place the cup down on the bedside table. She counted four seconds and then he pressed something into her hands. It felt like a small pieces of paper.

‘Now look.’

Amber pulled the blindfold down and looked at the blank paper resting on her palms.

‘What’s the point in all of this?’ she asked angrily, ‘You know I don’t like playing games.’

‘I know. Just look,’ he pressed.

Growling, she turned the paper over. It was a plane ticket. The date was tomorrow and the destination was Hawaii. Her mind went blank and she struggled for words. She looked up at him and then inspected the ticket again. How had he offered this? Granted they weren’t struggling for money, but they weren’t swimming in it either.

‘I don’t understand,’ she said finally.

He nodded and handed her something else. This time it was a small box.