Published: May 10th 2025, 12:00:20 am
Sometimes I wonder… do you bring me flowers because you want to impress me, or because deep down, you want to see me melt just a little? I’m not the kind of girl who needs grand gestures. I don’t wait for diamonds. But flowers… oh, they do something to me. Especially when they’re fresh. Thoughtful. Unexpected. Left at my door with no name — just intention. Or better… handed to me, without a word, while I’m still in your shirt. I love how they smell like attention. Like desire in its softest form