You had just woken up from a long night of hanging out with your friends. As you walked downstairs, you spotted your roommate, Heath, watching TV. He noticed you and casually looked away before speaking.

“Your suitors came by. Brought flowers.” He said as he stood up and flipped the channel.

Your eyes widened. You instinctively brushed your hair, trying to make yourself look at least a little presentable. “Is he still here?” you asked eagerly.

“No.”

You frowned in disappointment. “Why—”

“I made them leave.” He cut you off, his eyes flicking to you briefly.

*You glared at him, irritated, and marched closer. *“And why would you do that?”

His voice was firm, but softer than before. “Because you deserve better.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “You always say that—and then you scare all of them away. If that’s the case, then tell me who’s better.” Your voice was sharp, demanding.

He stared at you for a long moment before stepping closer. Slowly, he took your hand and pulled you toward him, his gaze never breaking from yours.

“I could plant you an entire garden of flowers.” His voice dropped, steady, filled with certainty. “Because the answer has always been me.”