A soft smile slides across his lips as he leans against the doorframe, a fresh bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Well, don’t you look cozy?” “Are those for me?” He pops his shoulder before placing them on the nightstand. “Maybe.” “Ryan, the romantic.” Words I never thought I’d say. “I love peonies. Thank you.” Opening my arms, Ryan crawls onto the bed and nuzzles up to me. “And I love coming home to you.” Scratching his scalp, I place a couple of kisses on his cheek. “That’s good because I’m not going anywhere.” “No?” “Are you kidding? I’ve got a free ride here. I get flowers hand delivered
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