Parking the SUV behind Lexie's building, he took the stairs two at a time. When he reached the landing, he stopped for a moment to settle himself before he knocked on the door. When it opened, for a moment, he was struck so dumb he couldn't breathe. He was sure his heart had stopped beating. Every intention he'd lectured himself on for tonight melted like butter on a hot biscuit. Lexie was barefoot, her graceful toes decorated with purple nail polish. Instead of a dress or jeans, she wore a pair of short jeans shorts and a halter top offering a great view of her cleavage. Her familiar jasmine scent made his hormones sit up and beg, and his cock was already yelling for attention.
Her eyes widened when she saw the bouquet. "For me? Wow! You sure do know how to sweep a girl off her feet." She held out her hand for them.
Killian blinked and remembered to give them to her.