Six Sentence Sunday — Valentine Rose

Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP

“You got a rose to bloom, in February, for me?”

“Watch,” he said, laying his head on my shoulder.

The first two rows of petals were a dusky pink, but as the rose continued its veil dance, they began to shift hue. Another layer was a soft orange reminiscent of the sunset through the clouds. Next was the yellow of sunlight right after a rainstorm. 

Autumn. Of course. A smile wound about my lips, shaking off the stress I’d been knotting my body into all day. He put in who knew how much work for his gift to impress me. “It’s beautiful,” I said.