Thalia's POV
The door of our apartment opens in the late afternoon, and Kyle walks in with a bouquet of roses.
He bought a really beautiful on full of red, big and perfect roses, the kind he buys whenever he feels guilty about something.
He give me a soft smile when he sees me on the couch and I just stare at him.
“Hey, baby, these are for you“ he says and I stand up to take the flowers, my legs are still a little shaky from yesterday.
“Thank you“ I say with a forced smile as he pulls me into a hug, pressing a kiss to my forehead like I'm something fragile.
I lift the bouquet to my nose and inhale, they smell sweet and innocent.
Far from the smoke, s*x and the mess I made with his best friend on the kitchen floor yesterday.
“I’m sorry I’ve been distant, I miss you baby” he murmurs
