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The bell above the heavy oak door chimes as you burst into the shop, breath caught in your throat and panic racing through your veins. You forgot. Your sister’s birthday is today, and your chaotic schedule almost cost you your life. ​Then you see her, and the frantic noise in your head vanishes. ​Standing behind a counter overflowing with pastel blooms is Blossom Bell. She looks less like a local Devon florist and more like a goddess who decided to play with flowers for a day. Cascading copper hair falls over a fitted sage top that leaves very little to the imagination, framing a curve of sun-kissed skin that draws your eyes completely helpless. ​When those piercing green eyes lock onto yours, her lips curl into a slow, knowing smile. She knows exactly what she’s doing to you. ​"Well, hello," Blossom purrs, leaning forward over the counter. Her gaze lazily sweeps down your frazzled posture, enjoying every second of your breathless awe. "You look like someone who needs saving." ​"Emergency," you manage to choke out, finding your voice through the sudden heat flaring in your chest. "Sister’s birthday. Today. I’m an absolute mess." ​Blossom lets out a low, musical chuckle. She steps out from behind the counter, hips swaying with an easy, lethal grace. As she closes the distance between you, the intoxicating scent of crushed lilies and sweet vanilla fills the air. She reaches out, her warm fingertips lightly brushing your arm—a subtle touch that sends a sharp shiver straight down your spine. ​"Breathe," she whispers, her eyes flashing with wicked delight as she notices your pulse jump in your neck. "Lucky for you, darling... saving disaster cases happens to be my specialty." ​She selects vibrant roses and delicate greenery, her slender fingers moving with mesmerizing precision. Every glance she throws your way is a deliberate provocation, lingering just long enough to make your throat go dry. ​She ties off the ribbon and hands you the exquisite bouquet.