“I wonder,” he said, lifting the rose between two fingers. Joe noticed a small white card tied to the stem. Cautious of the sharp thorns that dripped evenly down the length, Joe turned the card and read the note inscribed. “I want you,” he said with a broad happy smile. Raising the bud up, Joe took a deep drink of the rich aromatic fragrance. “I want you,” he repeated.
Lord Malinov, Journals of Lord Malinov