I'm standing in front of Jasper’s penthouse door, holding my suitcase's handle tightly in my palm. My heart is beating faster—not from fear, of course, but from excitement.
This is it.
A bold move, maybe even a little reckless, but isn't love supposed to be bold and reckless? If I want to fight for Jasper, I have to be in his life, not waiting on the sidelines.
I take a deep breath and ring on the doorbell. A few seconds pass before the door swings open.
Jasper appears at the door, dressed in joggers and a fitted black t-shirt, hair still damp from a shower. His brows furrow in confusion.
"Thea?" His gaze drops to the suitcase at my side. "What’s going on?"
I smile, a little breathless, and butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "Surprise!"
Jasper blinks. "Surprise?"
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