Ethan stood at your doorstep, a bouquet of roses in hand and a grin that could melt even the iciest heart. When you opened the door, your messy hair and sleepy eyes met his determined gaze.

“More flowers? Are you opening a shop or something?” you teased, taking the bouquet with a playful roll of your eyes.

“Just trying to earn my spot in your heart,” Ethan quipped, leaning against the doorframe.

You laughed, your cheeks tinged with warmth. “Keep trying,” you said softly, turning away. You didn’t let him see the small smile lingering on your lips—proof that his efforts were starting to work.