He was going to ask her if she wanted to spend Valentine�s Day with him. But when he found out that she was going to New York with Hank, he knew that he couldn�t. He had flirted with her the whole night at work, trying to get her to change her mind, and realize what was standing right in front of her. But she thwarted his attempts, and he was left alone on Valentine�s Day with nothing on TV. If only he hadn�t given a box of chocolates to Catherine, too, then maybe things would have worked out differently. �But, no, Nick, you had to take the easy way out. You had to give some to Catherine, too, so Sara wouldn�t think you got them especially for her. Which you did.� He smiled when he thought back to the day before, when he spent an hour in the Chocolate Shop picking out the perfect chocolates for Sara. And then he chickened out, and got another box for Cath. And now Sara was gone. With Hank. He still didn�t know what she saw in that guy. He was so... boring.
He didn�t hear the doorbell right away. It wasn�t until a few minutes later that he realized that someone was at the door. He saw her silhouetted form through the frosted glass of his window. It couldn�t be. She was in New York, right?
He hopped off the couch and rushed to the door. There she was, standing in the pouring rain, holding on tightly to a box of chocolates.
"Hey Nick."
"Sara? What are you doing here? Come in, it�s pouring out!" He led her to the couch and got a towel out of his linen closet. He wrapped it around her and rubbed her arms in an attempt to warm her freezing cold body. "How long were you standing out there?"
"About ten minutes or so. These are for you." She handed him the soggy Russell Stover box.
"Thanks." He placed the chocolates on the coffee table. "Oh man, Sara. I�m sorry. I didn�t hear the bell and-"
"It�s okay Nick. I was standing out there for a while before I even rang the bell. I was trying to figure out what I was doing here," she said softly.
"I thought you were in New York? With Hank?"
"I was."
"Oh."
"I left."
"Oh. Why? What happened? Did he do something?" If Hank laid a finger on Sara, he would kill him.
"No, nothing like that. I just decided to follow my heart for once."
"What do you mean?" He was confused. Did she mean what he thought she meant? Did she feel the same way he did?
"I mean," she said, moving over to sit on his lap, straddling him with her legs, "That I love you, Nick Stokes."
Her face was inches from his, and he felt her cool breath on his face. "I love you, too, Sara Sidle."
She broke the distance between them and kissed him softly. "Happy Valentine�s Day."
A/N~ Okay, what do you think? I tried not to be too fluffy, but fluff is just so much fun to write! Hope you guys enjoyed it. R&R!
~Emily