That one word breaks the spell, and he clears his throat, appearing flustered. “Hi.”
He quickly hands me something and I reluctantly look away from his blue gaze, to find that he got me flowers. Fresh, bright lavender bouquet that is small and fits perfectly in my arms. The sweet fragrance enters my nose and puts my nerves at ease.
“I love these flowers,” I murmur, staring down at them. “How did you know?”
“You told me once,” he says nonchalantly as if whatever I tell him, he tucks it away in a safe in his mind.
I hug the bouquet and keep it close to my chest. “Thank you?—”
When I look at him, his gaze is slowly making its way down my body. Heat sears through me as I watch him let his eyes wander over my figure and linger on places that makes sparks burst inside of me. I try my best to not shift on my feet or fidget with my fingers and stay completely still — it’s a nearly impossible task.
Heath openly and hungrily checks me out but in a way that isn’t strange or creepy.
I quickly peruse him and notice the one change. Usually he’s dressed in all black, but today he’s wearing a white t-shirt that grips his muscles tightly. His silver chain sits on top of it but looking at it after last night all I can remember is how it felt against my skin when he kissed —not the time for those thoughts. I see the rest of him and find a shiny, new watch on his wrist. There’s also the bracelet that I made for his birthday. It’s always there. He never takes it off. The rest of him looks the same. Black jeans and converse. But he looks insanely attractive and handsome.
By the time I look back at him, he’s already staring at me. Air whoosh's out of my lungs and a smirk tugs on his lips. He takes a step forward and closes the distance between us. Air crackles and I can’t find oxygen to breathe.
Raising his hand, he runs his fingers across my jaw, then my cheek. His touch is soft and light like a feather, but it permeates tingles.
The morning air breezes past us, and I shiver and he steps even closer.
Leaning his head down, he stares deeply into my eyes. “You lookperfect, Rose.”
My pulse quickens.
“So beautiful, it took my breath away,” he adds softly.
“Thank you,” I say. Averting my gaze from his eyes — because they are staring at me with so much love — I stare at his chest. “You look great.”
“Just great?” He teases.
“Uh, no, not just great. Handsome, too.”
“Great and handsome,” he chuckles. “That sounds like a fucking compliment, baby.”
Baby.I melt hearing that nickname.
“We should get going,” he says, reaching for my hand. “Do you have everything you need?”
I nod, holding the shoulder bag that Marie gave me. She filled it with a few cosmetic products, tissues and money — I tried to fight her over it but she said it’s important that I’m not empty handed.
Before I can say goodbye to Marie, she pops up beside us.
“Okay, off you go now.” Then, turning to Heath she says, “Take care of her or else I will kill you.”
He arches an eyebrow. “With what, exactly?”
“My car.”
He scoffs. “Not possible. You love it.”
“I love Hope more.”
I shoot her a smile and she envelopes me in a hug. “Call me if you need me.”
“She’ll be fine with me.” Heath rolls his eyes.
Marie doesn’t let go of me and turns her head to say to him, “I know.”
