Days passed, and Jack and I kept sneaking around. Defying the odds of getting caught and getting more excited with our s****l games.
I hoped my life would continue like this.
I was talking to the florists about the flower arrangements for the wedding when…
"What are you doing later?" A velvety rumble whispered behind me, so close it grazed the shell of my ear.
I almost turned too sharply with excitement, but his hand brushed the small of my back, steadying me.
"Act natural," he murmured, and I forced myself to breathe evenly, pretending to stay focused on the roses and lilies in front of me.
I risked a glance over my shoulder. He stood casually behind me, a book in hand as though he were reading its contents with utmost seriousness.
His silver hair caught the light,
