“The florist called it ‘Hello Sunshine.’” He scratches at his temple, eyes bouncing between the flowers, me, and the floor. “You’re not playing shy right now, are you? Not Carter Beckett. Not possible.” He grins, pulling me into him. “I wanted you to feel like you were home.” “I’ve always felt like I’m home with you, Carter. It doesn’t matter where we are or what we have.” “I want to give you everything.” The words are quiet and sincere as his hands trail up my back, fluttering over my zipper. “Absolutely everything.” “You’re all I’ve ever needed, I promise you.”
