‘There were no roses in my special bouquets though?’
Jake shakes his head. ‘No, I thought that might be pushing things a bit too far. I know you’re fine with them now, but they will never be your favourites. Shame though, Amber said they had some of the loveliest meanings.’ He slaps his hand over his mouth.
‘Amber was in on this too? I knew it!’
‘Along with Bronte, and Charlie, and Stan,’ Jake admits. ‘And Lou gave me the idea in the first place. I’ll take credit for the heart though, that was all mine.’ He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. ‘I’m sorry, Poppy, I’m not very romantic, am I?’
‘Jake,’ I say gently, stroking his face. ‘I wouldn’t want you any other way. I love you exactly as you are. Hearts and flowers have never really beenmy thing, have they?’
Jake grins as I wrap my arms around his neck.
‘You’remy thing, Jake. You, St Felix, and a little flower shop by the sea. You’re all the things I need.’
