Jaime
I walked closer to Kevin and gave him a smile. “You look really nice.”
I noticed he had something in his hands but couldn’t tell what it was.
“I know the first-date move is usually flowers,” Kevin said, lifting the box a little, “but I also know you don’t like them. You always said flowers just die in a few days and you hated throwing them away.”
I blinked, surprised. “Wow. You remember that?” I laughed softly, a little caught off guard by how well he still knew me.
He reached up and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. My breath caught at the simple touch. He used to do that all the time in high school—always absentminded, always sweet. I hadn’t realized how much I missed it until right then.
I must’ve shown something on my face because Kevin quickly said, “Sorry. I didn’
