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This morning, when he gave me his jacket, I felt like I was walking on air. A simple gesture, that meant the world to me.

I’ve been wearing it all day with a stupid grin on my face.

And then he texted me, saying he was picking me up for a surprise date. Right after my last class, I rushed to my dorm to get ready. I agonized over what to wear, sending pictures in our girls’ chat.

When he arrived, he kissed me until I was breathless and weak in the knees. I couldn’t think, could barely breathe. And then the blindfold.

Now I’m here, nails digging into the leather seat and having no idea where he’s taking me.

It’s crazy to think that weeks ago, I was trying to deny my feelings for him. Trying to push him away because of our family’s history. But we got through it.

And now, I know I made the right choice. Being with him feels right.

I’m falling for him. Hard and fast. It scares me sometimes how much I need him. How much I crave his touch, his kiss, his everything.

But I’m done running. Done hiding from my feelings or letting others decide for me. I want this, want him. And from the way he’s been looking at me, the way he touches me, I know he wants me too.

His fingers disappear, and the car slows to a stop.

“Ready for your surprise?”

I nod eagerly.

Sebastian removes the blindfold, and I blink.

A massive screen towers over a sea of cars, their hoods pointed toward it like sunflowers seeking light, and the scent of popcorn wafts through the air.

“How did you...” I turn to Sebastian.

“I have my ways.”

“You remembered.”

“Of course I did. You think I’d forget something my girl wants?” He leans in close, his lips brushing my ear. “I pay attention to every little detail about you, princess. Look behind us.”

The backseat is filled with pillows and blankets, electric candles casting a warm glow over the cozy space Sebastian created for us.

A watery laugh escapes me. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“Believe it.” He takes my hand, intertwining our fingers. “I’d do anything to see that smile.”

“It’s… perfect.” My eyes brim with unshed tears. “Thank you.”

“I didn’t want to make you cry.”

“They’re happy tears, so it’s fine.” I wipe them away. “So, what movie are we watching?”

“Does it matter?” He raises an eyebrow suggestively.

Oh. OH.

“Stop!” I swat at his chest, but the laugh escapes me anyway.

He catches my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “Relax, I’m only half joking.”

“Only half?”

“Mmm.” He tugs me closer, his hands settling on my hips. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

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