Chapter Sixty eight

Chloe.

"Hey baby girl," Ella called out when I shuffled into the living room. Dressed in nothing but a loose pair of old sweats, she was stretched out on thee couch with her feet crossed and propped on the coffee table. She looked beautifully disholved in her own skin, she was becoming a little bit chubbier, but she liked adorable with her hair in a bun.

"How did you sleep?"

I gave her a thumbs up and headed into the kitchen for coffee. I paused by the breakfast bar, my brow lifting at the massive arrangement of red roses on the counter. The fragrance was divine and i inhaled it with a deep breath.

"What's this?" i asked Ella who was looking up at me mischievously.

"They came for you about an hour ago. A sunday delivery, pretty and super pricey." she said.

I plucked the card off the clear plastic stake and opened it.

I am still thinking about you.

Jeremy .

"From Jeremy ?" Ella asked.

"Yes." My thumb brushed over what i assume was his handwriting. It was bold and masculine and sexy.