I can’t see his face, because he has his back to me, but I can see the flowers, and they’re not the romantic red roses Rhys brought over yesterday. No. They’re gorgeous and colorful and surprising. Red dahlias and purple orchids and pink tulips and yellow gazanias. Pale lilacs and orange marigolds and beautiful daisies. It is rich and dazzling and giant and messy. So messy. It takes my breath away, just like the man who is holding it.
