Thalia's POV

The door of our apartment opens in the late afternoon, and Kyle walks in with a bouquet of roses.

He bought a really beautiful on full of red, big and perfect roses, the kind he buys whenever he feels guilty about something.

He give me a soft smile when he sees me on the couch and I just stare at him.

“Hey, baby, these are for you“ he says and I stand up to take the flowers, my legs are still a little shaky from yesterday.

“Thank you“ I say with a forced smile as he ...