valentine’s day. a holiday you once despised, but ever since you met will, it has become one of your favourites.

you two clicked immediately, and something was telling you that he wasn’t just another man in your life. will never judged your rants about the things you were fond of, he gave you a shoulder to cry on and made such bad jokes that they were actually funny, and the fact that he was way more mature than other people you know was like a blessing.

will liked you even more. whenever he felt like he needed a break from the adultery, he thought of you. you let him unwind and forget about everything, to let go of his responsibilities and just be his silly self. you didn’t get annoyed with his fixations and listened to his never-ending rants about them, and he loved you for it.

as you grew closer, you realised your feelings for each other weren’t exactly platonic, though none of your doubts stopped you from going further, getting bolder, hinting louder.

finally, when you were both sure that you were definitely in love with each other, will took you on a date where he kissed you, marking the beginning of your relationship, and it was safe to say it was going to be a good one.

fast forward to valentine’s day, will, of course, asked you to be his valentine beforehand, which you gladly accepted. will only told you to come to his house in the evening. you didn’t know what he had planned, just that you didn’t need to dress up, as you would be at home. will was happily swaying around his kitchen, listening to music while making your favourite snack, garlic bread. he was humming the melody of whatever song was playing, bopping his head to the beat and almost dancing around the room, excited to spend quality time with you.

he perked up when he heard you enter his house, a smile quickly gracing his face. he licked the little bit of butter that was on his fingers and wiped them with a cloth, picking up the pre-set bouquet of roses off of the counter and turning around to meet you, an excited glimmer in his eyes.