The day I finally became the man deserving of her.
Hell, her kisses… There’s practicallynothingelse we’ve done. And I’m already this far gone. What will happen if she lets me in—fully?
Well, if my head fucking explodes, then so be it.
A shrill scream from my phone makes me jump.
Shit, I forgot I put an alarm so I could start getting ready on time. Even giving myself at least half an hour to spare.
That’s how far I’ve fallen. I have a fucking slot assigned to buy my woman flowers.
An hour and a half later, I’ve showered and dressed up and got her an arrangement of white dahlias with a light purple dustingand peach roses. Considering I have no clue about flowers, I went along with whatever the florist suggested.
She was pretty adamant about the white dahlias—something about representing new beginnings. So that’s exactly what I made sure to add to the beautiful bouquet.
It honestly looks like something my Charlotte would toss over her head. Preferably wearing something white…Jesus fucking Christ. Stop!
At precisely 4:59 p.m., I’m walking over to her club apartment. Ignoring the smug looks of my brothers as I pass by.
Sure, I’m wearing a white fucking shirt and jeans. Something that’s entirely uncharacteristic of me. But I wanted to look nice for my very first date with the only woman I’ve ever loved. Sue me.
I’m not even wearing my cut. Which, to be fair, I couldn’t find. Probably because I’ve somehow made it a habit of forgetting it in Charlotte’s bedroom.
Christ. It only took two nights in her bed and I already have ahabit.
Rolling my shoulders back, I knock. My heart pounds loudly against my chest. All this anticipation—the near feverish excitement—of finally taking the love of my life out on a date, has me trembling slightly.
I hear the distinct click of the door unlocking, followed by it swinging open—fuck. My. Life.
White. My Charlotte is wearing white.
I mean, sure—it’s an off-shoulder flowy top with frills lining the neck. And yes, she’s wearing jeans and boots.
But if you’d simply extend the fabric of her blouse, down to her ankles, it could almost be a dress. A weddi—shut the fuck up,Theo.
“Charlotte, you look—” My throat closes up. The sheer beauty emanating from her has my knees shaking. I hope I don’t fucking fall.On one knee…
Fucking hell.
“Hot?” she says, probably amused by the sputtering man in front of her, who’s currently gasping for air. “Cute? Oh,oh! Beautiful.”
I smile at her antics, still ridiculously speechless. My grip tightens on the bouquet, and I take a step toward her.
“Breathtaking,” I murmur in a low voice, finally gaining my composure.
“Captivating.” I lean over her.
She staggers back slightly, her chest moving with shallow breaths as I brush my lips against the shell of her ear.
“Tempting as hell,” I finish, dropping a light kiss on her flushed cheek.
I lean back, watching her stare at me with those wide, beautiful eyes. And I can’t stop grinning like a fool because it’shertongue that’s tied now.
Suddenly, she clears her throat, muttering under her breath. “Stupid, hairless, thesaurus man.”
I chuckle, holding out the bouquet to my adorably flustered Charlotte.
Her lips part like she wasn’t expecting it, like she doesn’t quite know what to do with this new Ruin in front of her. “You’re giving me flowers,” she says, blinking up at me.
