“You wanted hearts and flowers, he murmurs.I blink at him, not quite believing what I’m seeing.You have my heart. And he waves toward the room.And here are the flowers, I whisper, completing his sentence. Christian, it’s lovely.”
“You wanted hearts and flowers, he murmurs.I blink at him, not quite believing what I’m seeing.You have my heart. And he waves toward the room.And here are the flowers, I whisper, completing his sentence. Christian, it’s lovely.”