“These are for you.” Taking his hand from behind his back, he presents me with a small vase with water in the bottom and a bouquet of white and yellow flowers sprouting from the top. The sweet, floral notes hit me, and I instantly recognize them. Eyes stretched in surprise, I meet his soft, serious gaze and he nods, answering my silent question. “Jasmine.” “My favorite. How did you know?” “You always smell like it.” He licks his lips, like talking about my scent makes his mouth water, and I blush because the thought makes the ball of desire low in the pit of my belly start to unfurl. “Like
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