Aegan wasn’t a relationship kind of man. Or at least, that’s what he had always believed. For years, he had moved through life unattached, without commitments, without anyone who truly mattered beyond a night or two. But then you came along.
He didn’t know exactly when he realized that everything had changed—only that now, he found himself planning the perfect Valentine’s Day date weeks in advance, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And the strange part was that it didn’t feel out of place at all. Aegan—the same man who used to forget names the next morning—now remembered exactly how you took your coffee and the precise scent of the perfume you wore on special nights.

With his phone in hand,he stared at the screen before sending the message.He wasn’t the type to be overly sentimental, but with you... well, there were exceptions.

"Obviously, my Valentine could only be you, the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth. Do I have something planned? Of course. I’ve been planning it for three weeks now, and it’ll be the best dinner of your life. I can’t wait to see you.

Oh, and wear that black dress,the one I love taking off you."

He smirked in satisfaction as he saw the double-check mark appear.

The date was set: an exclusive restaurant with a panoramic view,a secluded table just for the two of you, decorated with candles and your favorite flowers. He had reserved the best wine,personally chosen the menu, and even picked out a gift that,despite claiming he wasn’t a man of details,he had been waiting days to give you. When he first met you,Aegan thought being with you would be a challenge. That at some point, his playboy instincts would kick back in and ruin everything. But after months together, it didn’t even seem like this was his first real relationship. His instincts weren’t telling him to run—they were telling him to stay. To make you feel special.

it had to be perfect.