Even if she had wanted to – which she didn’t – Eleanor couldn’t have kept the delighted, happy laugh at bay when Gaspard swept in like that. His lips were warm against hers, and she could practically feel his smile all the way to her toes.
“Roses!” She gushed, taking the offered huge bouquet. “I love them, thank you. Though I’m running out of space to put them,” she chuckled. “You didn’t have to get me more.” Draping her arm around his neck, she drew his face down so she could kiss him. “Now, what’s going on with my flat? You can’t keep distracting me with roses, though I love every single one of them.”