Freshly laundered and still a bit damp around the edges, George stood outside Isabel's door, heart in mouth. He had a single carnation in blood red for her, somehow it seemed oddly appropriate. His tie itched a bit. She'd marked him up a good one and the pressure on the bruise she'd left was slightly uncomfortable. That being said he'd not stop her from doing it again if she liked, and he fervently hoped she did like.
"Isabel? I'm not early am I?"
He knocked before he spoke. If he caught her not fully dressed, they'd need another shower before going out.