(Dorian’s POV)
White roses and lavender—Scarlett's favorites. I'd driven across town to get them the moment I landed.
Stupid, probably. But it was my way of apologizing to her for the way I talked to her on the phone.
The hospital hallway is too bright, too cheerful for what I'm feeling. Nurses chat at their station. A food cart rattles past.
I pause outside Jasper's room. The door is slightly ajar. I should knock. Should announce myself.
Instead, I look through the gap.
And wish I hadn't.
Scarlett is leaning over the bed, her hand on Jasper's chest. He's looking up at her with an expression I've never seen him wear—soft, vulnerable, completely open.
Then he cups the back of her head and pulls her down into a kiss.
She doesn't pull away.
The bouquet slips from my fingers, hitti
