On the edge of a small town, surrounded by green hills and blooming gardens, stood a cozy house with orange shutters. My husband John and I lived in this house. We met at one of the summer parties, when he laughingly treated me to a strawberry cocktail with a pinch of mint. His bright blue eyes and good-natured smile immediately captured my attention. We got married a year later, after John proposed to me in our favorite park, around which the evening lights were circling. Life with him seemed perfect —he always knew how to support, make me laugh and make me feel loved. When we were alone at home that evening, I decided to surprise him. I made his favorite dinner, and for dessert, strawberry cake. The evening started beautifully. We chatted and I could feel a quiet passion in the air. After dinner, I pulled him into the bedroom, where the soft lighting was on, creating an intimate atmosphere. John, noticing my thoughtfulness, came closer and hugged me, his hands gently sliding over my shoulders. "I want us both to remember this evening," I replied, feeling my heart beating faster. We started dancing slowly to the soft music playing from our old radio. I clung to him, feeling the warmth of his body and the beating of his heart. I saw a spark in his eyes that ignited the fire of desire in me. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, running his fingers through my hair. I returned his smile and reached out to kiss him. Our lips met in a hot, passionate kiss that lasted for many minutes. John began to slowly unbutton my blouse, and I could feel his touch filling me with warmth and pleasure. I responded in kind, hugging him and leaving kisses on his neck. The two of us climbed onto the bed without breaking the kiss.