“Stop trying to set me up, please,” I beg her.

“How are things with him?”

I glare at her.

“Okay, so just get some closure after a few rounds of sex,” she suggests.

“He spent the day with us,” I admit.

“Wait, you shared your special aunt day with him? That’s interesting. Would you like to give me more? Because that’s not enough.”

While we have breakfast, I recount my Saturday. From the moment the little monsters arrived at my house until I shut the door after my failed date.

“I’ll start scouting wedding venues in Cancun,” she says.

“Danielle!”

“You keep saying no, but what did you do yesterday? You spent time with him. Just accept it.”

“That’s it, I’m moving in with Thomas,” I declare, wiping my face. “I’m going home. We can meet at Thomas’ around two. He’s driving us to the parents’ place.”

She smiles. “Thank you for including me.”

“Hey, you’re like family. My parents love you.”

When I arrive at my apartment, there’s a flower arrangement on the welcome mat. The card reads,

Would you have dinner with me? 

MA

Stupid Miller Archer and his beautiful flower bouquet trying to…what the hell does he want with me?

I knock on his door, carrying the beautiful arrangement that looks a lot like the one he gave me for my birthday. There’s no response. I try several times and nothing. Then, I go to the terrace to see if by any chance he’s just hiding, or if I can see inside of his apartment.

“Miller Archer,” I call out. “I know you’re there.”

“Lady, it’s Sunday! I’m trying to relax,” someone yells from somewhere in the building.

I ignore him and keep calling Miller.

After a few attempts my throat is sore, but he comes out to the balcony, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and a smug grin. “Is there a fire, Princess?”

“The flowers.”

“You’re telling me that you’re knocking on my door as if the world is ending, and disturbing the peace of the entire complex because you received a bouquet of flowers?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“What am I doing?”

God, I’m hate his smugness.

“You’re being a passive-aggressive asshole. When someone tells you to stay away, you stay away.”

“You said you hated me, not to stay away. And technically, you’re the one knocking on my door…so.” He shrugs and turns around. “Have a lovely Sunday. I’ll send my mother your apologies.”

“Wait, I demand you explain yourself. Why do I have to go?”

He doesn’t stop.

“Come back here, Miller. You’re not going to drag me to another event, do you hear me?”