Page 61 of Falling for My Ex Next Door

“Hey,” he said coolly.

“Hey,” I opened the door wider and let him come in.

“I thought we could spend the evening together, I mean, keep each other company. Daisy is not in, yet,” he said, handing me the bouquet and the box.

I took the flowers, quite happy with them. “Thank you. They’re beautiful. Please have a seat.”

I didn’t know why, but I felt he was exhausted.

“Is everything okay?” I thought it kind to ask.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” He responded.

“Alright, I’ll be right back,” I said and ambled to the kitchen, finding a stand-in for the vase for the flowers. That was also when I saw that it had started snowing.

“Oh my Gosh! Snow!” I could not contain my excitement.

“What? Snow?” I had also alerted Jacob and he came running.

The great hush that was over the city was being broken by the gentle fall. We both watched the first snowflakes fall like a delicate shower of stardust.

They twirled and tumbled, white against the backdrop of the night sky. The streets glistened and the rooftops sparkled. I was overwhelmed with the magic of winter.

“It’s beautiful,” I said, dreamily.

“Yes, very beautiful.” He repeated but when I turned to look at him, I caught him staring at me rather than the supposed beautiful snowfall.

Then suddenly the hue of his eyes changed and he appeared pitiful.

“What?”

“Are you okay? Really?” He looked subdued.

I was confused.

“I am, of course. You are acting kinda weird.” I said.

He drew closer.

“Is there anything you’d like to share?” He asked.

“No, why?”

“If you have got anything you would like to share, I’m all ears. I’m ready to listen to anything you want to say.” He said slowly, taking my hands.

I became even more confused.

“Is something wrong?” I queried.

“No, I just want you to know that I’m here if you want to talk, and I can help you out in any way.” He held both of my hands firmly.

His soft gaze penetrated my soul, and my lips parted. His hand caressed my cheek, his fingertips trailing lightly over my skin.

My breath quickened as he leaned in, the warmth of his breath fanning my face. His lips hovered inches away, and I could feel the heat of his skin radiating through the chill that had just arrived with winter.

I quivered, knowing I might succumb to the temptation of locking lips with him.

However, I didn’t budge from the spot. And then, in a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity, he brushed his lips against mine.

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