R O S A L I E
I opened the door and there he was, looking even more handsome than I remembered. He was wearing a black button down shirt that showed off his muscular arms and a pair of dark blue jeans. In his hand, he held a bottle of expensive looking wine.
"Hi," I said in a shy voice.
"Hey," he said, a warm smile on his lips. "You look... stunning."
I felt my cheeks flush and I looked down, unable to meet his gaze. "You look very handsome yourself," I mumbled.
He chuckled, a sound that made my heart flutter. "May I come in?"
"Of course," I said, stepping aside to let him in.
He walked in, his eyes scanning the apartment. "Wow. This place looks even better with furniture in it. You have a great eye."
"Thank you," I said, a small smile playing on my lips. "Freya helped."
"Freya ha
