gle day.”

I frowned. “It’s not signed.”

Riley grinned.

“Ooooh, someone has a secret admirer.”

I rolled my eyes. Riley loved to gossip, and I didn’t want to give her more to talk about.

But deep down, curiosity gnawed at me. Who would send flowers like this?

Who even thought about me that way?

The bouquets didn’t stop. Every morning, a new one arrived, each with a different note.

“A little something to brighten the day of someone who already shines.”

“These flowers will fade, but my admiration for you never will.”

“Your smile is the most beautiful thing in the world.”

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good. It had been so long since someone made me feel special.

The messages were thoughtful, sweet.

They made me pause, made me wonder. But they also made me nervous.

I didn’t take them home. If Kyle saw them, he might assume the worst.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about him anymore, but I didn’t want more tension between us.

So the flowers stayed at work, slowly filling my desk. When there was no more space, I started giving them away.

The other women in the office loved them, and I told myself it was the right thing to do.

Then, one day, a note arrived that made me stop cold.

“You deserve to be showered with compliments and given fresh flowers every day.”

I had heard those exact words before. From Dean.

It had to be him.

He was always around, always ready with a compliment, always asking me to lunch.

After work, I found him at his desk. My stomach tightened. This conversation would be awkward, but I had to say something.

I walked up and took a deep breath.

“Dean, we need to talk,” I said, lowering my voice. I glanced around, making sure no one else was listening.

Dean leaned back in his chair. “Okay.

What’s up?”

I took a deep breath. “I know the flowers are from you. Please, stop.

It’s not appropriate.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait, what? You think I sent them?”

I crossed my arms.

“You like me, Dean. It makes sense.”

Dean let out a short laugh. “Emma, I like you… as a friend.

I’m gay.”

My mouth fell open. “What?”

“I thought you knew,” he said, shaking his head. “I get why you’d assume.

We spend time together, I give you compliments, but it’s just who I am.”

I felt heat rush to my face. “Oh my God. I had no idea.

This is so embarrassing.”

Dean grinned. “No worries. But if you figure out who’s sending the flowers, let me know.

Maybe he has a twin brother who likes guys.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

That night, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling. If it wasn’t Dean, then who was it?

A few days later, another bouquet arrived. My heart pounded as I reached for the note.

“If you want to know who I am, meet me here at 7 p.m.”

I read it twice, my fingers trembling.

Finally, I would get my answer. I would tell him I was married.

I would make it clear that this had to stop. But deep down, I knew the truth—I would miss the flowers, the notes, the feeling of being wanted.

At 7 p.m., I arrived at the address.

My breath caught in my throat. It was the restaurant—the one I had begged Kyle to take me to.

The one he always refused. Now, I was finally here, but with someone I didn’t even know.

I stepped inside, expecting to see a busy dining room.

Instead, it was empty which surprised me—it usually required reservations months in advance.

Candlelit tables flickered in the dim light. Bouquets filled the space, their scent surrounding me. My pulse raced.

“Alright, are you going to show yourself?” I called out, my voice echoing in the empty restaurant.

My heart pounded. “If it helps, we can’t be together. I have a husband.”

A pause.

Then, a familiar voice. “And do you love him?”

I froze. That voice—I knew it.

I turned around.

Kyle.

My breath caught. “It was you?”

He nodded, his eyes filled with something I hadn’t seen in a long time. “You were right,” he said.

“I stopped showing you how much I love you. I let us drift apart. But when you said you would’ve left me if it weren’t for Sam… it crushed me.

I can’t lose you, Emma.”

“A simple date night would have been enough,” I said, my voice shaking.

Kyle shook his head. “No. I did nothing for too long.

I needed to show you.”

I swallowed hard. “I had to give the flowers away at work.”

Kyle chuckled. “I wondered why you never brought them home.” He stepped closer, his hands resting on my waist.

“So… can you forgive me?”

I nodded.

He kissed me, I felt it—love. My Kyle was back.

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