by Gem Frost
I didn’t embarrass myself that day by blurting out that I loved him. Not then, and not for several weeks thereafter. In fact, Blade was the one who told me first, a month later, after the two of us went out to dinner to celebrate my new job at a local bank, and then indulged in a night of hot and sweaty sex. I admitted then that I loved him too.
I didn’t tell him the truth…that I’d fallen hopelessly and irrevocably in love with him on Valentine’s Day. But the fact is, I think he fell in love with me that night too, although he’ll never, ever admit it. I can’t prove it, but I’m pretty sure about it, really.
Because the next Valentine’s Day, the two of us tied the knot, and the boutonnières he picked out for us to wear in our tuxes… were pink roses.