He takes a small step closer again. “I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he says, lifting the bouquet of tulips. “These are for you, but honestly…” His gaze drifts over me again, and my knees feel a little weak. “I’m not sure they can compete.”
I accept the flowers. “They’re beautiful… thank you,” I say, my fingers brushing over the petals. I look up at him, my cheeks heating even more. “A-and you… you look really amazing too.”
“Thank you.”
“I should probably put these in water,” I murmur, holding the bouquet a little awkwardly.
“Yeah, go ahead,” he replies. It’s kind of funny how awkward we both are, like this is the very first time we’re seeing each other.
As I move to fill a vase, I catch him telling Allie under his breath that he’s the luckiest guy alive.
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