My body felt too heavy for my legs to carry, and they trembled slightly beneath me. Darnell stared back at me from across the room, a glass of whiskey in his hand and a small smile on his face. I tore my gaze away and looked around, unable to process what I was seeing.
The roses covered the bed, the tables, and parts of the floor. Rose petals had been scattered throughout the room, creating a path that led toward the center.
“Do you like it?” Darnell asked, setting his glass down and tilting his head slightly.
I looked back at him. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice came out low.
He pushed away from the chair and started walking toward me, slowly. I fought every instinct telling me to step back.
“I did it for you,” he said softly, stopping directly in front of me.
My heart was
