Thomas really hoped she wasn't expecting anyone else at this time. Who else could be knocking at her door---no, no. He stopped himself before his mind went on a ridiculous tangent that caused him to worry for the rest of the night and probably into the next morning. Samantha was just being polite, and Thomas needed to get used to the idea that not everyone was crazy or a raging psycho bitch.
"It's me," he called out, not moving from the spot he had landed in. Thomas resisted the urge to rock back and forth on his heels, in case she came out and saw him; he didn't want her to think he was bored already or anything like that. He straightened up, unsure if he should hold
her flowers in front or behind his back. Surprise? No, he had joked about getting her a corsage, but he had figured that flowers for her place would be more----
"Wow," he said when she appeared. Thomas smiled brightly and tried to straighten his shoulders even more. "These are for you." He stepped forward, presenting the flowers and with only a slight hesitation brought on by how stunning she looked he leaned forward to kiss her hello. Or just to kiss her.
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