Sweet Victory (55 fiction)


Tossing and turning in the bed she could hardly sleep that night. As the clock struck twelve she slowly got up and bent towards him as he lay next to her deep in sleep. Slowly she kissed him and said ‘Happy Anniversary sweetheart’ and smiled as she thought ‘I won…. I wished him first’.

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