“Hey,” she finally says, looking at me from head to toe with a smirk on her face. “You look really nice.”
“Hi.” I step forward, pressing a kiss to her cheek, then handing her the flowers. “For me? It’s almost like a real date,” she teases, but I can tell she’s genuinely happy about them. She steps aside and allows me to walk inside.
“Well, I have to make sure you get your money’s worth and all. Otherwise, my mama will kick my ass. Plus, I kinda owe you.”
She laughs, but I’m not joking about Mama.
Instantly, we fall back into our typical routine of teasing each other, and my nerves melt away. I watch her as she walks through the living room and into the kitchen to grab a vase. Images of me ripping her dress off assault my mind before I shake them away. This is more than just one night,
