Charlie stepped inside with a fairly large box clutched carefully in his arms. It was wrapped up in silver paper with a pink bow and there were a few holes in the back, hidden from her view. He came through the door with a wide smile, noting that she was wearing a robe and not clothes. Or at least not clothes that covered more than a robe.
Brilliant.
"Happy Birthday," he said, turning the box to the side so he could lean down and press a kiss to her lips. Something scratched in the box.