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“Thank you.” They were going to love him.
Hopefully.
Fingers crossed.
“It’s going to be great.” I could hear the smile in hisvoice. “The side dishes will be amazing and your mother is going to love me andyour dad will be so fucking jealous about how awesome of a cook I am that he’sgoing to love me too.”
I’d settle for them not asking inappropriate questions, butI wasn’t going to hold my breath.
“Yes, they’re going to love you.” Because I already did andthat was the only thing that mattered.
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Call out like a “Honey, I’m home” kind of thing or just walkin?
Surprise him?
Okay, maybe not that one.
A compromise?
God, this was too simple to be this hard.
“Scott—” Before the word was even completely out, he’dwalked into the living room, a towel wrapped low around his hips.
I stood there just marveling at how sexy he looked and howhe was mine.
I must’ve looked ridiculous because he gave me a teasingsmirk and leaned back against the doorway. “Hi.”
Swallowing, I tightened my clutch on the flowers. “Thank youfor making sure we date and get a chance to do all that romantic stuff.”
His chuckle said that hadn’t come out exactly right, but thesmile that followed as he straightened and walked toward me said I hadn’tfucked it up too much. “You’re welcome. Are those for me?”
Shit. The flowers.
“Yes.” Holding out the bundle of flowers, none of which Icould really identify since there weren’t roses or carnations in the brightlycolored bunch, I tried to sound romantic. “I wanted you to know I was thinkingabout you.”
Stupid?
Sweet?
Shit. I wasn’t sure.
Scott’s wide smile said it probably didn’t matter eitherway. I didn’t have to try to impress him. He knew I was a spaz when it came toshit like this and he liked me anyway.
“Thank you.” Taking the flowers, he ran his fingers againstmine and gave me a quick peck before pulling away. “They’re beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like them.” Was that a good response? I’dnever bought flowers for anyone before. Well, anyone besides my mother, andthat didn’t count because my dad had always been in charge of that.
The beaming smile Scott gave me as he turned away and thefact that his towel seemed to magically drop to the floor at that exact moment,giving me a spectacular view of his incredible ass, said he thought my answerwas perfectly sufficient.
Falling in love with your best friend rocked.
They didn’t expect you to be smooth and sexy and you gotpoints just for trying.
Following like a puppy, I walked after him, mostly watchinghis ass, honestly, as he dug out an actual vase from the weird cabinet over thefridge. I’d thought it was empty. How in the hell had Dare put it up there? Hewas a hot-as-fuck little firecracker, but he definitely wasn’t tall enough forthat to have been a good choice.
But asking seemed like it would break the mood, so I didn’task anything crazy and just ogled my boyfriend.
