A bit anxious, Blake straightened his bowtie and knocked on Nicola's door. The door opened. Blake’s blue eyes grew wide, and his heart started pounding like a drum.
She was a breathtaking vision in blue.
The dress he picked out for her fit Nicola’s body as if it had been made with her in mind. She wore her hair down, and it fell in curls around her bare shoulders.
Fighting the urge to bury his hands in the shiny mass, Blake balled them into fists at his sides.
“You look stunning,” he said hoarsely.
“And you're extremely handsome,” Nicola muttered.
He kept gazing at her, lost for words.
“Blake, thank you for everything… but you didn’t have to buy all this.”
“It's your birthday.”
Blake took the shawl that had come with the dress and placed it around her shoulders.
“And I plan on s
