Chapter 92

"You're five minutes late," his smooth pink lips tilted to one side in a small, wry smile as he pushed the bouquet in my direction. " But I'll forgive you, because this is our first date.Oh, his voice will be my death. There was something undeniably rough and masculine in its voice, enough to make my whole body tremble."For me?" I pointed to the row of beautiful tulips in his hand.He smiled at me and nodded, "If you will accept it."I buried my hand in my jacket pocket and pulled something out. "Unless you accept this."It's a lavender flower-in honor of the color of the clothes we wore the day we started our trip.The surprise in his eyes did not go unnoticed by me. He raised his eyebrows and stretched out his arm to scratch the back of his neck. I don't think he has ever received a flower in his life, judging from the faint blush on his face."Thank you," he stepped forward to receive the flowers, and I accepted his bouquet with equal politeness.Who says men don't deserve flowers?After i