A narrow crystal vase lifted a single rose from the center of his desk’s blotter. Sunlight glittered through the faceted glass, a tickling of yellow within blue embracing the living green stem. Joe smiled with surprise and looked up and around, as though someone else should be witnessing the moment. The crimson petals of the bud seemed just a faint breath away from letting their kiss loose in a rich blossom. Joe touched the lush flower gently, marveling at its sudden appearance in the midst of so much unfinished work.
Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances