MALIA’S POV

The delicate petals stood out against the dark wood of the vanity, their fragrance subtle but present.

Zach pulled me toward the bed, and we sat down together, the mattress sinking softly beneath us. "It’s been quite a day, hasn’t it?" he asked, his voice quiet.

I laughed softly, resting my head against his shoulder. "It really has. I’m exhausted, but in the best possible way."

He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

For a long time, we sat there in comfortable silence, just being together, letting the weight of the day slowly drift away. Finally, Zach stood up...