“What are your favorite flowers?” I asked, inching closer. “I don’t know if I should tell you. For all I know, you might start showing up at my door every day with a bouquet in your hands,” she teased. “Not every day.” I cocked my head. “Seriously, what are they?” Her fingers barely threaded through mine as she glanced up at the ceiling and then back at me with a soft grin. “Violets.”
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