Aneira swallowed the strange warmth that had begun to spread in her chest. She gripped the bouquet of royal purple roses, her fingers lightly brushing against the soft petals as she tried to focus on something…anything other than the peculiar way her heart had started to beat.
She raised her head, pushing back the feeling that was creeping into her heart. No, she wouldn't allow it. She had already convinced herself that love and relationships weren't for her, not after what Ethan did. She had seen what loving someone too much could do…it could break her, and she didn't think she had the strength to go through that pain again.
So, she ignored the warmth and asked the first thing that came to her mind. "Why are you home early? Did you close from work? Are you done with work?" Her voice came out steady, but deep down, she was struggling to understand why he was even here.
