“Thank you, but you didn’t have to. I told you yesterday—” “I didn’t forget,” he cut me off. Hell. “But you don’t have to feel guilty or try to make anything up to me—” “I’m not trying to make anything up to you,” he butted in again. That got me to stop talking. Because… why else would he do it? For the hell of it? He suddenly wanted to buy someone a rose, and I just happened to be the only woman he could get one for? He slammed the drawer closed with his hip. “You liked it?” Did I like it? Why the hell wasn’t my heart slowing down any? “Yes,” I told him truthfully. “It’s beautiful, but you
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He’s so-💀
