“Alex, I…I’ve been saving for this. I can pay for half now and half later.” “Please don’t.” “But I…” I run a hand through my hair. God knows how much he paid to have someone deliver that today. “Alex.” His tone is so warm, so soft and sure and full of affection. “Ophelia, my love.” “I’ll take it inside, but I’ll transfer you money for it.” “Okay. Pay me by midnight,” he says, and I’m grinning at the unspoken sentence at the end. A hundred years from now. “By midnight,”
