From that day, I always feel like I'm in deep water. The air between Garren and me became more asphyxiating.

I might be the only one who thinks like that because he's still the same... minus the fact that he always does something that knocks me for six.

There's no morning that I don't find flowers in my doorway. Lilies, roses, chrysanthemums, lilacs—you name it, Garren has already given it to me. My room looks like a garden now.

But it's not just the mere reason why I've been feeling like a cat walking on a hot tin roof for the past three days. All the stolen gazes, the way...