"Absolutely! He does!" the older man blurted quickly.
"Whatever." Nikolas shut the door. He turned just as Viviana stepped into the living room, wet hair hanging and falling to her waist. She was wearing nothing but his shirt, long enough to brush her knees.
'She really does like my clothes, huh?' he thought with a subconscious smirk emerging on his lips.
Viviana cocked a brow at him, only to inquire right after, "What is that?"
"For you," he said.
"Me?" She pointed at herself.
"Mhm." Nikolas walked closer and handed the bouquet to her.
She took it, eyes a bit widened. "Why…?"
"Why not?" He zipped his brows. "Do you think I can't give you things?"
She fluttered her lashes. "That's not what I… meant."
"Do you like it?"
"How did you know I like roses? Red ones, specifically."
Nikolas shrugged. "I had a hunch. Red suits you the most." He passed her a box. "Open it."
