***Myra's POV***
I open the door and see John standing in front of me in a nice pair of black slacks and a button-down, long-sleeved shirt that hugs his muscles perfectly. John's hair is combed over on the right, and he is wearing a nice silver watch on his left wrist while his right arm is behind him.
He looks so heavenly I want to push him to the ground and have my way with him right there. I compose myself, closing my slightly opened mouth to greet him.
"You look very nice," John compliments.
He beat me to it.
John brings his right hand forward, revealing a blue-colored flower he is hiding.
"It's a periwinkle. I saw some of them when I was running earlier... They reminded me of you," John stammers, avoiding my gaze.
"Good thing I wore blue," I mumble nervously.
John tucks th
