Always Remember (Memories #2)(17)
Author: Emma Hart

Alec looks at me sympathetically. “Cards and flowers, mate, cards and flowers.”

Fucking romance.

Chapter Seven

JEN

A knock on my door wakes me up. Who in their right mind is knocking on my goddamn door at eight in the morning? Do they not know they’re about to step into the devil’s lair?

Grumbling under my breath, I grab my robe and wrap it around me. My feet slide into my slippers and I pad my way across my flat.

“Who is it?” I call out. No answer. “God sake,” I mutter.

I twist the key, unlocking the door. Then my brain goes mushy. Incoherent sentence kinda mushy.

Bing is stood against the wall opposite my door, looking perfect in dark jeans, a white jumper, and his messy hair. But that’s not what renders me speechless. It’s the bunch of red roses in his hand.

“What are you doing?” I can’t help the smile that breaks onto my face.

He shrugs one shoulder. “You said romance, right? I figured roses were a good way to go.”

He steps towards me, and I take the flowers. The bright red petals draw my attention and I look down at them in awe. Who knew Bing was so thoughtful?

“This is what you were speaking to Alec about, isn’t it?” I smirk.

“Maybe. But the flowers were all my idea.” He grins lopsidedly.

I trace a finger along one of the flowers, following the line with my eyes. “They’re perfect, thank you.”

Bing moves his hand upwards, brushing some hair away from my brow. He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. I raise my eyes to his.

“Of course,” he replies. “You can’t give perfect anything less than perfection itself.”

“Who the heck gave you the mushy-wushy pills this morning?” I giggle.

“No-one, just doing the same as I always do.” He grins. “Just tellin’ it how I see it.”

I shake my head, a small smile on my lips. “Don’t suppose you bought the vase, did you?”

“You don’t have one?”

“Meh… Why would I have a vase? I don’t usually get flowers.” I turn to go inside and he follows me.

“Carl didn’t get you flowers?”

I shrug one shoulder. “He wasn’t a flowery type of guy.”

BING

Carl didn’t buy her flowers? Well, f**k me, I’m not a flowery type of guy either, I’m a love ‘em and leave ‘em kinda guy, but I’d buy Jen the damn moon if she really wanted it.

“Do you have something to keep them in until later? We’ll go and get you a vase.”

“The sink, I guess. And you don’t need to buy a vase too,” she protests. “I can do that.”

“No, I’m buying it.” I cross the kitchen, and hold her waist from behind. She leans back into me and turns her head. I nudge the side of her face with my nose.

“You don’t have to.”

“I know,” I say softly. “But I want to.”

I reach round her and start the tap, my other arm still holding her. She puts the bouquet into the water, and I silently thank Mum for her expert knowledge on early opening florists in our area.

Jen smiles and fingers the flowers again. “I can’t believe that you, Samuel Edwards, bought little old me flowers.”

“I know, my reputation is forever tarnished,” I tease.

She spins in my arms, her blue eyes looking up at me. “Why did you buy them? Don’t shit me around, Sam. Honest truth.”

“Because it’s you. I don’t need another explanation.”

Her eyes narrow slightly and she studies me. She stands on her tiptoes, and her lips graze mine. I tighten my grip on her hips and kiss her back, deepening it. Her arms wind round my neck tightly, her body presses against mine, and I remember I didn’t come here to seduce her. I came here to romance her.

It takes all my restraint not to drag her off to the bedroom, especially when she puts her hands in my hair and winds it round her fingers.

“I forgot to tell you,” I murmur against her swollen lips. “I have all of today off. Dad’s feeling nice.”

“Mm, that’s a shame.” She drops back down her heels. “Because I have to work all day. I have an essay due in first day back on Monday.”

“That’s fine. I’ll stay.” I kiss her once more and let her go, moving towards her sofa.

“Really?”

“Yep. You’re more likely to have pizza in your freezer,” I flash a grin as I lie back, stretching out. Her eyes travel over my body before they snap back to mine.

“Then you’re out of luck, stud muffin.” She sashays to her bedroom. “Because I have no pizza.”

The door shuts behind her, and I flick the TV on. “That’s fine,” I shout, “I’ll just order Dominos.”

Her door opens, and she pokes her head round. “Can you make sure there’s double pepperoni?”

“Not at eight in the morning, gorgeous.”

“Huh. There’s bacon in my fridge. Get cooking, then,” she orders, and I jump up, running across the room. I put my foot out stopping her from closing the door, and pull off my top.

“I’d much prefer this view,” I hand her the top and she takes it, smirking.

“Oh, you will.” Her eyes twinkle playfully, and she gives me a shove. The door shuts and I grin. There’s something sinfully sexy about her wearing my top and not much else.

The door opens again, and she bounces out. She launches herself across the room at me and I barely catch her. She presses her lips to mine, and I cup her bare ass, my fingers sliding downwards as she pulls herself up. The tips brush something warm…

“Fucking hell, Jen,” I let her go and step back, shaking my head.

“What?” She grins and her eyes flick down. I throb, hardening against my jeans.

“I… you…”

She licks her lips, tilting her head to the side and turns, her ass cheeks peeking out the bottom of my top.

“If I didn’t know any better, Samuel, I’d say you were trying not to jump my bones this very second.”

“Jennifer, you are naked under my top,” I growl. “So yes, I’m trying not to drag you into that bedroom and keep you there all day.”

“Why don’t you?” She turns from the fridge with a raised eyebrow.

“Because you’re worth more than that,” I reply. She softens, her lips curling up. She reaches into the tumble dryer and pulls out a pair of shorts. She puts them on and stands.