bailey bug

“I’ve something to show you in here,” he murmurs and opens the door.
The harsh light of the fluorescents illuminates the impressive motor
launch in the dock, bobbing gently on the dark water. There’s a row boat
beside it.
“Come.” Christian takes my hand and leads me up the wooden stairs.
Opening the door at the top, he steps aside to let me in.
My mouth drops to the floor. The attic is unrecognizable. The room is
filled with flowers... there are flowers everywhere. Someone has created a
magical bower of beautiful wild meadow flowers mixed with glowing fairy
lights and miniature lanterns that glow soft and pale round the room.
My face whips round to meet his, and he’s gazing at me, his expression
unreadable. He shrugs.
“You wanted hearts and flowers,” he murmurs.
I blink at him, not quite believing what I’m seeing.
“You have my heart.” And he waves toward the room.
“And here are the flowers,” I whisper, completing his sentence.
“Christian, it’s lovely.” I can’t think of what else to say. My heart is in my
mouth as tears prick my eyes.”
― E.L. James