Indeed it seemed like he made the promise of the orange dahlia ages ago, not just hours (if that). He let his fingers trail over Gaura's skin under the water, under the bubbles. The scent of flowers surrounded them and Silver knew he'd forever associate them with his lover. Especially the pink ones.

A little frown skittered over his face.

"I can get very caught up in my projects. Will you promise me that you'll tell me if I'm neglecting you? I may not notice."