I slung my arms around his neck, careful not to accidentally whack him with the roses. It was a mistake. Wide shoulders, that solid chest. Mmmm. I was proud of him. Thankful. All too aware of his crisp scent. I moved to peck him on the cheek, but he turned, brushing his nose against mine. I froze, millimeters from his lips. A hair’s breadth, indeed. My grip tightened around the flower stems.
