Page 81 of The Alpha's Pen Pal

“Nah, they’re not worth wasting your time,” I joked, squeezing her hips a little.

“I can be the judge of that.” She laughed.

“Fine,” I grumbled, taking her hand in one of mine and reaching my other out behind me to grab her bouquet from whoever I had handed it to. “But first, these are for you,” I said.

I presented the gigantic bouquet of peach Juliet roses to her. I had no clue what the difference between Juliet roses and regular roses was, but the florist said they were very “in” right now, so I went with it.

She smiled at me and pressed her nose into one, taking a small sniff. “Thank you, Wesley,” she said, moving back into me to kiss my cheek. “They are lovely.”

I beamed, then turned towards the hooligans behind us, all of whom were standing there with identical shit-eating grins on their faces.

“Haven, these stooges are Reid and Nolan, my two best friends, and this is my brother, Seb, who you’ve already met.”

“Hi,” she said with a small wave to each of them.

They each handed her their bouquets—Reid gave her a fist bump when he gave her his giant mixed flowers bouquet. Nolan shook his head and rolled his eyes at him as he handed Haven his sunflowers.

Sebastian stepped up and hugged her before handing her the wildflowers. I had to hold in a growl, but I narrowed my eyes at him as he winked at me over the top of Haven’s head.

“Did you make this bouquet yourself?” Haven asked him as she admired the small bundle of tiny daisies.

“I did,” Seb said, with no small amount of pride.

“It’s so beautiful! How thoughtful!” Haven exclaimed, clutching them to her chest.

“Thoughtful? He forgot to even get you flowers!” I almost shouted, ready to slap the smile off of my stupid little brother’s face.

Haven laughed. “Clearly, he remembered. He gave me flowers right now.”

“He literally picked them off the side of the road after he realized he forgot flowers,” I said.

“But he still made an effort!”

“Whose side are you on here?” I scolded her, my hands resting on my hips.

“I’m not taking sides, Wesley, I’m just saying—”

“You’re totally taking sides,” I accused.

She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes sparkling with that hint of mischief I was growing accustomed to from her. Then she turned back to Seb and stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, just as she’d done to me minutes before.

“Thank you for the flowers, Sebby,” she said.

“Only the best for you, Sparkles,” he replied, glancing at me with another wink.

I clenched my teeth together so hard I thought they would crack. Fucking Seb and his fucking wildflowers.

I strode forward, ready to yank her away from him and remind her who she should give all her kisses to when I remembered the gift. Or rather, when Nolan shoved the gift bag into my hands.

“Haven,” I called out, and she turned to look at me again.

I beckoned her over with my chin, holding the bag up a little. She sauntered over to me, eyeing the bag.

“What is it?” she asked, reaching for it.

“Ah ah,” I teased, lifting it out of her reach. “First, you have to tell Seb he’s a terrible friend for forgetting to buy you flowers.”

She squinted at me, then looked back at Seb and then at me again. Then she gave me that mischievous look again, and I knew I was in trouble.

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