𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

20

I rub my tired eyes as I park my car, unbuttoning the top button on my shirt.

God, it always chokes me.

Ugh.

I hum under my breath as I grab the little dried fruit snacks I just picked up for Puck.

I love buying him little snacks, he always goes crazy every time I present them to him.

He's such a cute little monkey.

Reminds me of the monkey from that old Anaconda movie.

I freeze as soon as I open the door.

Because Quincy is standing in front of the couch shirtless, holding a bouquet of pretty red carnations.

Goosebumps immediately erupt all over my body.

He looks absolutely perfect, a small little smile tugging at his lips. His hair is all tousled just the way I like it.

I set my purse down slowly, closing the door behind me.

"Hi, sweetheart. Do you mind telling me what you're doing?"
I say softly, folding my arms behind my back.

There's soft music playing in the background and everything.

As if this couldn't be any more perfect.

Oh my God, this can't be real.

"At the moment? Trying to be sexy."
He says casually, his cheeks turning red.

His muscles seem to gleam under the bright lights.

He must have just got out of the shower.

I can smell the ocean breeze all the way across the room.

My favorite smell.

My toes curl.

"It's working. Oh man, it's really working."
I whisper, biting my lip.

"Very good."
He lets out a relieved breath.

"How long have you been standing there?"
I can't help but be amused.

He shrugs.

"I don't know, about 3 minutes? Maybe 4. Definitely 4."
He mutters.

I take a deep breath.

"I just so happened to be out for a stroll. I bought a bunch of sticks for ya."
There's a twinkle in his eyes as he holds the flowers up.

There's no way this is real.

"Oh, I love carnations. They are so lovely."
I breathe, walking forward reluctantly.
It feels like I'm walking on clouds.

All the stress from the day magically disappears as I smell the flowers.

"You are so thoughtful, Quincy. I may cry."
I say honestly.

"What? No, please don't cry. Are you going to cry?"
He asks anxiously.

"This is just so perfect, I..."
I can't even finish.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"I didn't think you liked carnations so much. I'm...glad I can make you cry?"
He asks awkwardly.

I wipe away my single tear embarrassedly.

"A happy tear."
I assure him.