The room was beautifully decorated with flowers everywhere, on the floor, the walls, and the bed. And there, laid out across the sheets, were the words spelled in petals: Will you be my boyfriend?
My throat narrowed instantly. I hadn't expected this. I hadn't expected… him.
Before I could say anything, Evric called my name. "Zayn Smith."
I turned, and my eyes stung when I saw him standing there, holding a single flower in one hand, and in the other, a small box.
His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, every word heavy with sincerity.
"Ever since the day I met you, you've brought light into my world. I'll always thank that night I gathered the courage to approach you… and thank the moment you walked into that room. Zayn, I love you more than I can ever say. Will you… be my boyfriend?"
The tears I had been holding back spilled, and I quickly wiped them with the back of my hand. My chest was too full, overflowing. I nodded, my voice breaking. "Yes. Yes, I will."
