“That bouquet of jasmine and lavender you loved so much last week.” “What about it?” My heart raced because a part of me knew what was coming. “Rome.” “Oh my god.” He’d watched me gush about those flowers, inhaling them every chance I got and hadn’t said a word. “Those sunflowers on your nightstand?” My eyes swelled and I stared at him in disbelief. “No.” “Yes. That man is obsessed with you, or didn’t today on the lake prove that to you?”
