Kate woke up in Bastien’s strong arms wrapped tightly around her. A sweet scent caught her attention. She lifted her head and saw the room filled with roses—arrangements of roses everywhere.

—Heavens… —Bastien stirred and pulled her closer.

—Bastien, what is all this?

—A way to ask for forgiveness… for being an idiot.

—They’re beautiful.

—Take a closer look.

—Why?

—Each one has a message.

Kate got up and walked to the first bouquet. Bastien had his arms crossed behind his head, showing off his toned torso, smiling softly as he watched her.

—“Voucher for a trip, whenever and wherever Kate desires,” —she read with a smile.

—What does this mean?

—Keep reading, love.

Kate pulled out another little note from the next bouquet.

—“Voucher for a home-cooked dinner by me.” —She laughed.

—“Voucher for a girls' night out with no complaints or curfews from Bastien.” —That one made her grin— I'm definitely keeping this one.

—“Voucher for forgiveness without arguments for any mistake Kate makes.”

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