Katherine Rhodes:-
The next afternoon I was working on my laptop when there was a knock on my door and entered Travis holding a rose flower in his hand. When I looked at the flower in his hand, I smiled and extended my hand to take the flower.
"Berry told me that you love flowers so much that's why I brought you one and will bring you every day if you allow me to," Travis said, and I inhaled the rose's scent. The memories of thirteen years come floating in my mind when Carter will bring me my favorite pink french rose every day and then will make gentle, pure love to me. Although the red flower is not my favorite, Travis has brought for me with love, so I get up and kiss his cheek.
"Thank you; I love it." I said, "so what's the occasion?" I ask.
"I want to take you to lunch with me. So
