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🎁 delivery, 12/24

[angelhunter]

[ Left at her door deep in the night, right on the cusp of Christmas, a white silver-accented box tied with a pale blue ribbon. Tucked underneath the bow is a small bundle of daisies and forget-me-nots.

Inside, cushioned by tangles of raffia: A bath set whose lotions and oils share a base of rum and sandalwood, calmed and deepened by notes of vanilla, amaretto and honey. Scents that inspire in him the image of a warm, lazy evening. On either side of a bottle of foot massage oil are two bottles of nail polish, one clear and one the color of the nightgown she wore when he first saw her.

On top of it, a small card with a forget-me-not dried and pressed into the back. ]

The next time you've been on your feet all day, allow me to help you off them.

[ Larger than the text surrounding it. The cursive he took the greatest pleasure in penning. ] Merry Christmas, Amy.

— Hap

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[ Midway through Christmas Day, she sends a text — a thank you in so many words, accompanied by a photo of the live flowers in a neat glass vase and, visible in the background, the nightgown she'd worn when they'd first met, draped over the back of a chaise, a purposeful nod to the polish he'd chosen. Pleased, by the contents, by the message, by the colors. (Pale blue, her signature.)

Another message follows on the evening of the 31st — Happy New Year, Hap. Maybe I'll take you up on that offer, soon. ]