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" swing it open. Tom’s standing there, smiling with a bunch of red roses in his arms. He looks good with his cropped black hair, soft brown eyes, and crooked smile. He’s dressed to impress in a navy shirt and dark beige trousers. The nurses at his hospital must be drooling over him, so why aren’t I? His eyes travel up and down my body. “You look lovely, Andi.” “Thank you,” I answer. “I brought you these.” He hands me a mixed array of pink tulips, white daises, yellow sunflowers, and red roses. “They’re "
― Jaimie Roberts , Tailspin