~Joanna
“I have a surprise for you,” he announced, his grin widening.
“A surprise?” I repeated dumbly, still reeling from the emotional whiplash.
He revealed a bouquet of red roses, the deep crimson petals vibrant and fragrant. The scent filled the room, mingling with the lingering aroma of my shampoo.
“These are for you,” he said softly, holding the bouquet out to me.
My hands moved on autopilot, taking the flowers even as my mind struggled to process the moment.
“And that’s not all,” he added, reaching behind his back once more. This time, he produced a small, elegantly wrapped gift bag. The ribbon atop it was tied with meticulous care.
“Lanre…” My voice was barely above a whisper. “What’s all this for?”
He laughed, the sound light and free. “Can’t a guy spoil his w
