“You’re thinking too much into it, Kaia. I’ll get you another orchid. I’ll get you fifty orchids, or tulips, or daisies, or whatever fucking flowers you want.” “Shut up,” I say, laughter bubbling up in my chest as I swat at his arm. “I know I’m being dramatic, but I felt like it was important.” “I’m being serious,” he insists. “We’ve just made it clear that you like gifts, and I like giving them. So you better expect me to give you so many fucking flowers that you’re gonna be drowning in them.”
