Dec 7, 2024
there's an unsual, nervous feeling resting in the pit of his stomach. mostly because this isn't very him. he wasn't usually the romantic type, the kind of guy to show unannounced, especially not with flowers in hand. but here he was, standing at her doorstep with a bouquet of white peonis (his sister's idea, because according to harper, roses were way too cliché) cluthed in his grip. "oh, thank god you're home," he finds himself commenting once the wooden surface swings open revealing the one person he'd been both dreading and desperate to see. " now, before you say anything, i know it's late, and i know i should have called first but i spent the whole damn week thinking about you." / @scgarhigh ♡
