“Because, you left and I had nothing but our memories, that ring,” he points to my finger where the ring sits that he got me so long ago, “and a few candles. When I burned all those up and the house didn’t smell like you anymore, I came here and bought more.” “They’re all peony. I smell like peonies?” “You do. And they’re your favorite flower. I guess it had a two-fold purpose.” “So, you what, just bought up all the peony candles?” “No, I bought them all.” “Yeah,” I point at the box, “all the peony ones.” “No.” He shakes his head, gripping my hips. “No, Sunshine. I bought all of them. Every
...more
