Goals; 560+ votes and 1.2k+ comments coz it's big 9k chapter.
To my all smut thirsty monsters😆I saw the efforts in last chapter and here I am with this one.
I never wrote this much smuts that I have written in this book lol. Comment!!! your horniness is just excuse to not express your inner thoughts anyways I know, we all are mentally hoes (pardon me for those who aren't)😔
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(The nonchalant MF we all deserve 💁🏻♀️)
ASTER'S POV
I blink rapidly and let out half chuckle but it didn't even erase the overwhelming feeling as I stared at all those dark red roses which were glowing in the candles.
Every inch of it was filled with roses, I looked around the room, it was glowing with those big scented candles. I took a step ahead until I reached the wall before touching one of it's petal.
My eyes felt on every single rose that looked just as refreshing and shaped as other one like it was given time at the time of selection. I heard the sound of door closing behind me but I didn't turn back and until I felt the warmth against my back.
I let out shaky breath and lean back against his frame when his arms wrapped around my stomach, "What's this?"
"Roses." he muttered in that 'obviously' tone that I really wanted to snapped at him for being so smug with me.
Yet I breath in and breath out before murmuring while staring at those fresh red roses, the fragrance of that filled the room. "What's this for?"
I don't know what I was feeling when I asked that, overwhelmed, touched or absolutely crazy thinking what if he himself had picked those each and ever rose to put it kon wall. The thought itself made my heart throb.
"I realised that after those drone flowers you threw in garbage I never really have you any." He rested his chin over my head and pulled me closer before reaching for my hand which was still resting on flower and plugged one rose from there. "It's compansation."
My words died down to say or even think anything because how should I survive this all, after not even hoping for a single wirthered flower my whole life I suddenly feel so undeserving to even be a part of this.
And he, he is on every step to prove me that it's only me who deserves it.
"And these little shits are too petty to handed it to you without you getting hurt." he whispered near my ear while rolling the rose in his fingers before he press on the throne of rose with thumb until it was plugged out. "So, it's better you enjoy them like this and—"
He is absolutely insane for the way he said that.
"And?" I asked back tilting my head to looked at his features which sharpen in the glow of flickering candles.
