My eyes fall on a massive bouquet of red roses that takes up all the space on the coffee table in the living room. “Holy crap, that’s huge,” I gasp as I walk closer. “It was the biggest arrangement I could fit into the elevator,” Renzo says. “I was aiming for a rose for every tear you cried because of me.” “Renzo,” I breathe as I brush my fingertips over the petals. “You didn’t have to.” “Yes, I did.”
