“And what is it you want, exactly?” “You.” An easy, cheeky grin kisses his lips as he stares down at me. “This is for you.” A long-stemmed red rose appears out of nowhere. “You got me a rose?” I ask, surprised and confused. How did he have time to find a rose? “You’re adorable.” My brows pull together as he hands me the rose. “I love that you think I’ve been able to think about anything other than you.”
