Chapter 13

In the end, we managed not to be late. I arrived at the usual early hour, and Brandon soon followed. The brief look he gave me was ardent and complicit… I pressed my lips together, disguising a smile.

A few minutes later, I was handed a large bouquet of red roses. Even before I look at the card, I know who it's from.

“For a wonderful night in your arms. B"

I smile broadly. And then I notice that I'm still standing, staring dumbly at the tiny card… And that I'm getting many curious looks, including Laura's, who is sure to ask me numerous questions later. I quickly settle down, leaving the flowers on the corner of the table.

I wonder if he bought the bouquet himself or sent someone else… No. Given the circumstances of the arrangement between us, Brandon probably bought it himself. That makes me smile again. Imagining him in a flower shop, choosing the flowers, writing the card… I sigh. Two things I've been doing too much: smiling and sighing. But what can I do? I can't help it. It's