Reed jumped up from his chair as soon as he saw me enter the room. His eyes lit up, and he gave me a warm smile. He started to walk toward me but bumped into the coffee table and almost tripped. I spluttered out a laugh. He was blushing, and it was actually really cute. “Hey,” he said, his deep voice rumbly and all too familiar as he came to stand before me. “Hey, yourself. Are you okay? That coffee table nearly took you out.” “I’ll survive,” he said, still slightly red in the cheeks. “You look gorgeous.” My cheeks flushed just as bright as his at the compliment.
