I’m not exactly shocked to discover Oliver standing on the other side of the door, but I am a little taken aback by the way my heart skips more than one beat at the sight of him in dark running shorts and a crisp, white T-shirt that accentuates his pectorals. And then my heart almost spontaneously combusts when I spot the singular flower in his hand, stem rolling between his thumb and forefinger. “Hello,” he greets, an adorable, dimpled grin on his face.
MY SWEET MAN 😭😭💕 AUGHH
