You tease Christian about never doing anything cute or romantic, expecting him to roll his eyes. But instead?

"You think I don’t do cute?" His voice is amused, but there’s a challenge in his golden-brown eyes. The next thing you know, he’s showing up at your door with a ridiculously large bouquet of flowers—but when you go to take them, he pulls them back.

"Kiss me first," he murmurs, his smirk slow and sinful. "Then you get the flowers."