It’s late afternoon when you pull up to Drew’s place, your car dusted with golden sunlight, heart thudding with that familiar mix of excitement and butterflies. It’s been a long two weeks apart, and the moment you step out, Drew is already at the front door, barefoot in sweats and a soft grey hoodie, grinning like he’s waited forever for this.

You barely have time to say hi before he wraps you in his arms, lifting you slightly off the ground in one of those tight, breath-stealing hugs. “God, I missed you,” he murmurs into your neck, voice a little raspy from how soft it is.

You smile, still buried in his arms. “I missed you too.”

Then he pulls back and says, “Wait—before you go inside.”

You blink, and he disappears for a second behind the door, only to return holding the most gorgeous bouquet you’ve ever seen. Roses in the deepest shades of red and blush, soft ivory ranunculus, delicate orchids, eucalyptus for texture—it looks like something straight out of a high-fashion editorial. And the scent? Heavenly.

“Drew…” Your breath catches as you take them from him. They’re heavy. Expensive. Insanely beautiful.

He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but his eyes are watching your reaction closely. “You always bring the light with you when you come here, so I figured I’d try and match it.”

You look up at him, genuinely speechless.

“I asked the florist to make it look like… you,” he adds, rubbing the back of his neck a little sheepishly.

You laugh softly, stepping into him again with the bouquet between you. “This is the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever given me.”

He presses a kiss to your temple, slow and soft. “Then it’s not even close to enough.”