“I’m stressing out about making Valentine’s Day special for you.”
“Whoa, whoa,” he said, his thumb tracing my bottom lip and shaking his head. “I’m the guy, and it’s my job to make Valentine’s Day special for you. I already have the whole day planned out. All you need to do is show up on Saturday.” He kissed my forehead.
I sat up, gently nudging Ben off of me. “Ben, you already outdid yourself with Christmas; it’s my turn to do something,” I said, sounding like a whiny child.
“Alex, I have everything ready for Saturday. Please let me do this for you. You deserve it. You have been so stressed with everything between you and Libby that I just want you to have a nice night,” he said, giving me puppy dog eyes and sticking his bottom lip out.
“Well, hell—that makes my job ea
