Elsa
"I hope you like the arrangement, Elsa?" Adam asked, his voice softening as his gaze rested on me. There was a tenderness in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat, and before I could respond, he leaned in and kissed me passionately. I wanted to skip the formalities of the meal and have him make love to me right then and there, but I was too shy to voice that desire. Instead, I just smiled at him, feeling a growing warmth spread through me.
He excused himself briefly and returned, holding a beautiful bouquet of red tulips. My heart raced. Was he going to profess his love? Red tulips carried that meaning, after all—love and passion. I had noticed how much Adam seemed to understand the language of flowers. The carnations that ended up in the trash when he was jealous symbolised how m
