Olivia's POV
A soft knock landed on my door, and I knew instantly it was Calvin. His distinct lemony scent drifted in, announcing his presence before he even spoke.
"The door is open," I said gently.
He pushed it open and stepped inside, holding a white box wrapped with a shiny red ribbon. Our eyes met, and he gave me a warm, genuine smile. The kind of smile that made me feel… safe. Loved. Protected.
"Good morning, sunshine," he greeted as he walked toward me.
My smile widened. "Good morning, brother."
The word came out so naturally, so easily, even though it was the first time I'd ever said it to him. It felt right. Like it had always been there.
He reached my bed and held out the box. "Here… I got this for tonight's party. I hope you like it."
A happy grin spread across my face as I accepted the box.
Feeling a flutter of excitement, I unsealed it carefully.
