To Renna Rose Lancaster, Aadam Callahan was her first taste of magic-the boy who made her world feel livelier, brighter, like anything was possible. Together they crafted a bond that felt unbreakable-a universe where dreams were shared under starlit...
"Do I want him as a friend or a lover? It doesn't matter , I just want him in my life . He's the sun on my sky"
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He had shown up again, as he had every day since that disaster of a date night. This time, he'd brought camellias. Pink ones.
The delicate petals had been dewy, almost glowing, as if they'd been plucked straight out of some enchanted forest.
Sweet, but no.
And the note-oh, the note. I could still hear his deep voice reading the words, even though it had been neatly scrawled in his messy handwriting:
"To my stubbornSweetheart,
I'm sorry I messed up. If I could, I'd plant an entire forest for you, with trees that bloom apologies every morning. But until then, I'll just keep bringing you flowers. You can yell at me as much as you want; I deserve it. Just don't stay mad too long-I'm terrible at surviving without you.You're the sunshine in my forest, and without you, I'm just a bunch of lost trees swaying in the wrong direction.
Your sadAadam (the fool with flowers)."
I'd read it three times before tucking it away in my desk drawer, biting back a smile.
Ridiculous. Heart-melting. So utterly him.
And honestly?
A little charming. But no way was I letting him know that.
The imagery was so absurd yet endearing-Aadam, my golden boy, being reduced to poetic apologies.
You're not going to make this easy for him, Renna.
I didn't want to let him off the hook too easily, but inside, I was already laughing at how seriously he was taking it all. He was trying so hard, and it was honestly adorable.
When he showed up the next morning with roses, apologizing with that sheepish grin of his, I didn't know whether to laugh or slap him.
How could someone be so careless?
But then again, it was Aadam. That grin... the way he looked at me... I just couldn't stay mad at him for long.
But I can certainly make him squirm for a bit.
He was walking too close, as usual, his long strides effortlessly keeping up with mine.
It was infuriating, mostly because it wasn't infuriating at all. In fact, I could feel my resolve wobbling every time he leaned in with those puppy-dog eyes and his charming little smirk.
