Your POV:

I went to my apartment and found a pink rose at the door. I picked it up .I wasn't surprised. It was about six months since I saw the first pink rose.I sighed :"Who are you?Is it possible that you are my rainy rose?"

I entered my luxury apartment ,but as soon as I walked in I saw a small card on the floor .I picked it up " Thank you and sorry." I read .The handwriting was awesome and the card had a sweet scent,HIS scent.So he is thankful and sorry for what he did last night.I smiled. At least I know you have chocolate eyes and silky hair...and...hot and soft lips...and that scent...it is yours.I went to the bathroom and took off my clothes and turned the shower on. I remembered the feeling of his lips on mine. "Oh you don't know how much I want to be with you"...