Harry motioned for everyone to quiet down the moment he received Glenne’s text saying the bags were finally being unloaded from the car — they were arriving.

It had been a year since they started dating, and saying Harry was obsessed with her would still be an understatement. He’d always been attentive, the kind of man his mum raised him to be — kind-hearted, respectful, and someone who showed love through actions, not words.

And he did. Of course he did… to a certain extent.

He’d always been the type to give small gestures — flowers, chocolates, a little jewelry, maybe a casual lunch date when his schedule allowed it — and to him, that was more than enough. That was what being a good boyfriend meant.

But then she came along.

And everything he thought he knew about love shifted. Suddenly, “enough” wasn’t enough. He wanted to be better. To give her more — to make her smile, to make her feel adored every single day.

He was completely gone for her. Everyone saw it. And he didn’t care who noticed — public, private, it made no difference. If he wanted to kiss her, he did. If he wanted to hold her close in front of everyone, he didn’t hesitate. Harry never needed to prove anything, but with her… he wanted the world to know she was his, and he was hers.

That’s how he ended up here — in a secluded villa in Mexico, organizing her 30th birthday celebration entirely by himself.

An aphrodisiac-themed weekend. A private beach. A beautiful house surrounded by palms. Friends who’d join them for the first night — and then leave, giving him the next few days alone with her. Just her.

A whole itinerary filled with the things she loved most, because she deserved nothing less.

And no matter how much money, time, or effort it cost him… it still didn’t feel like enough.

Harry was crazy about her. Lost, obsessed, in love — and ready to keep giving, endlessly, until there was nothing left to give.