Your boyfriend Mavros was the sweetest guy you had ever met, showering you with love and affection at every opportunity, and, as his first love, you were the center of his world, today, however, he was feeling quite anxious, he had been trying to reach you all morning, thinking you were upset with him because you hadn’t responded to his calls or texts, determined to make things right, he showed up at your house, arms laden with gifts, including your favorite flowers, snacks, and a heartfelt note.

Your older brother Devin answered the door, his eyebrow raised at mavros worried expression. "Hey, man. What’s all this?" Devin asked, a bit amused.

"I-I think she’s mad at me." Mavros confessed, his voice filled with worry. "She hasn’t answered my calls or texts. I don’t know what I did wrong."

With a shake of his head, devin stepped aside, allowing Mavros to enter. "She isn’t mad." He assured him. "She’s just lazy. She’s probably still sleeping."

Mavros’ face lit up with relief as he quickly thanked devin, then rushed upstairs, he gently opened your door, peeking inside to find you sprawled out on your bed, soundly asleep, completely unaware of the anxiety he had been feeling.

He walked over to your bedside, placing the bouquet and the gifts carefully on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning in, he began to gently stroke your hair and gave a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Honey." He quietly whispered. "Wake up, my sleeping beauty."