He bends down and picks up the red rose from the floor.
"You like roses don't you?"
I nod as he gently pulls off the thorns, careful not too prick himself. He stretches out his hand and places the rose in mine. "Why?"
I look up at him, "well it is my name." I say smiling.
He smiles back, he's smile leaves his face. He steps forward, leans in and kisses me. I stumble, knees weak and he catches me. "I love roses too, and not just the flower kind."
My breathing stops. "I love you too."
