Jason was always the kind of guy who remembered things important dates, your favorite flowers, the way you liked your coffee. Valentine’s Day was no different. So when there was a knock at your door, you smiled before even opening it. And there he was, standing there with a bouquet in one hand and a small, wrapped box in the other, looking effortlessly charming. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” “You always bring me flowers.” Jason smirked. “And you always act surprised.” “I’m not surprised. I just like them,” you admitted, lifting the bouquet to take in the soft, familiar scent. “Good.” He leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to your temple before handing you the small box. “Figured I’d step it up this year.” You raised an eyebrow before unwrapping the gift a delicate necklace. “Jason…” you trailed off, running your fingers over the charm. His hand settled on your waist as he looked at you, nothing but quiet affection in his gaze. “You like it?” You nodded, feeling warmth spread through your chest. “I love it.” He gave you a satisfied smile, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “Good. Now, how about dinner? I made reservations.”