Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Connor chuckled, his deep laugh crackling through the phone, sending shivers down Flora's spine.

No wonder he was her man! Even his voice was irresistible.

"Hang tight, I'm coming to get you," he said.

"Okay," she replied, ending the call with a smile.

Her colleagues couldn't help but gather around, their curiosity getting the better of them.

"Flora, you and your fiancé are so in love," one of them commented.

They had seen it all-the way Flora's face lit up like a girl head-over-heels in love. But they also couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Shawn, the quiet guy who had finally found someone he liked, only to find out she was already taken.

Half an hour later, Connor's car rolled up outside the lab. Flora climbed in, her backpack slung over her shoulder. Connor took it from her and handed her a cup of her favorite tea latte. "Your favorite, half sweet," he said.

her hands, making Flora so happy she leaned

Mr. Connor is so thoughtful,"

to be engrossed in the road ahead, used to their friends' public

flown in to make her favorite dishes: sweet

at their

her shower, Flora, now in her cozy home attire, noticed the washed grapes and snacks

table.

and walked to the kitchen. "Connor, open wide," she

grape to his mouth, but just as he was about to bite

mouth, laughing.

she challenged, holding another grape between

making Connor's gaze darken with desire. Loosening his collar, he leaned down, his lips meeting hers. His tongue slipped into her

later, Flora emerged from the kitchen, her clothes slightly rumpled and a blush on her cheeks. Connor watched her, amusement dancing in his

tease, but she couldn't handle the