“Promise you’ll always love me, Alex. I promise to always make you smile.”
“I’ll always love you, Blair. I promise.”
She hugged him. Her breath felt warm against his chest. He breathed in the green scent of the morning glories she had picked from his garden to put in her hair.
Whoever said that April was the cruelest month had to be completely mad, he thought.
Blair looked up. Her huge blue eyes were full of something bright and happy.
“Kiss me,” she said.
Alex stiffened. He stared at Blair’s lips, at the mouth he had wanted ever since he met her more than five years ago.
“Are you sure?” he said.
“I’m sure. I want to let you take care of me like I know you want. I want to make you smile. Kiss me, Alex,” she said, her voice full of everything he had ever wanted.
Alex pulled her closer and lowered his mouth to hers.
Blair licked his lower lip, and whispered, “April Fools’ Day.”
He continued kissing her. His fingers caressing her neck, and then squeezing tighter and tighter and tighter…
Thirteen years later, Alex still kept his promise. Blair had remained true to her words, too. He always smiled at the sight of the morning glories she helped bloom from under his flower bed.
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