Vivi’s POV

I couldn’t help myself.

I stood there, laughing under my breath, almost mocking at how ridiculous it was that Aaron was standing on my doorstep, holding a bouquet of flowers.

He had ignored my calls for days, shut his phone off like some moody teenager.

And yet here he was, on the other side of the door, his face stiff with something between regret and impatience, holding out those damn flowers like he was some romantic hero in a cheesy ...