CHRISTIAN
I glanced down at the extravagant gifts piled beside me in the backseat.
Flowers. Novels. Perfumes. A whole assortment.
Was it too much?
A nagging doubt crept in, making me second-guess myself. Maybe I was overdoing it. My gaze lingered on the bouquet, and I suddenly felt hesitant about everything. Were they even necessary? Was it too f*****g much?
I reached for them, ready to toss them aside, but then I hesitated again. Would she even read into all this? Overthink the gesture?
If she did, then maybe she was just naive or narrow-minded, even. Because why would anyone assign deeper meaning to something so trivial? Gifts like these were common. Business associates exchanged them. Friends. Even surrogates... Just like her.
So I hoped she wouldn't misunderstand.
I tapped the
