Falling for the Florist

He’s the only bit of color in his Gray world.

Dylan

Rich dudes like Henry Gray don’t fall for guys like me. He’s always in suits. I’m always covered in dirt. No amount of flowers can pretty me up, and even if they could, he’s a client’s brother. Off limits. Persona non grata. Straight as an arrow and obviously uninterested.

Still, a guy can dream. He’s tall, dark, and handsome with the muscles to pin me down and make me take it. His brows speak, which is great because he doesn’t.

I’m the sort of idiot that falls hard and fast, and there’s no way he’s serious even if he does give me a second glance.

Henry

Numbers make sense. People don’t. My friends and siblings always talked about love and lust, but I never understood it, but my disinterest crumbles in the face of Dylan.

Aiding my sister as her man of honor while desire has awakened for the first time inside me is torture, but I won’t be that rich cliche who hits on someone who is likely only being nice because I’m paying him.

No matter what it takes I have no intention of letting my soulmate walk away.