After Prim's parents' sudden death, she was sent to foster care by a loving mother who owns a flower shop. Her appearance in an underground matching ring might just change her life for better or for worse.
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His eyes soften for the slightest...
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"Thank you, Heath, it was lovely to have you here helping me," May thanks Heath. We both finished with May's centerpieces half an hour ago and are now finishing up the final touches. "Please, stay over for dinner? It would be the least I could do for your help,"
Please no. He's been torturing me ever since he got here. And after that heated makeout session, I can't seem to think right whenever Heath is around me. Heath turns to face me with a grin on his face. "I would love to. Thank you May," He answers while looking straight at me.
"Uhmm, no maybe Heath's parents are expecting him home?" I really don't want him here. Things will just get awkward.
"No, my parents are fine without me. They could honestly care less," Heath says smirking at me. Oh, how I could just wipe that smirk right off his face.
"Great!" May says happily. "I'll go get dinner started, can you two close up the place for me?"
"I thought you hated me closing up?" I ask her. I really don't want to end up closing the shop with Heath. He'll find a way to do something not great.
"You begged me once to close it up, remember. Now I'm giving you the chance so you better not let it go to waste. Plus, Heath is here with you, nothing can go wrong," May gives me a wink and heads out of the shop. "Have fun you two,"
I groan in annoyance. Can this night get any worse? "So, where do I start?" I hear Heath's stupid annoying voice from behind me. I turn around and am met with a chest right in front of my face. Okay, he is definitely a lot closer than I imagined.
"Just turn off all the lights and lock the back doors," I say and move away from him. Just like I told him, Heath comes out a few minutes later. The shop is dark but the street lights outside make it somewhat easier for us to see. "Ready?" I ask him. He nods his head and waits for me to head out of the shop first before he closes the front door and locks it. "Let's go,"
That was better than I had expected. Heath didn't try anything sneaky, that's good. "Prim, stay close to me," Heath whispers against my ear.
I look up at him. "Why?" I ask, feeling slightly alarmed. Normally when I walk home before May, it would feel like a safe neighborhood. But something about this night seems a bit off.
"Just stay close to me and don't look to your left," Heath says, a serious tone lacing his voice. I just nod my head in response.
We closed up a little bit later than usual today. May told us that it was our mission to finish all the centerpieces for the wedding. So instead of normally closing around 9 pm, we closed at 10:30. As we near to turn a corner, I feel Heath's hand reaching for mine. I let it grab hold of my small hand in his as we turn the corner and continue walking. That's when I noticed a group of guys hanging around outside of a local bar. They're probably drunk as they laugh and yell. Heath and I walk on the sidewalk, him being on the outside.
