Ethan | Innocent

The doorbell rings, and when you open it, Ethan is standing there, cheeks slightly pink from the cold, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. "For you," he says, offering them with a small, sheepish smile. You take them, glancing up at him. "Another one? Ethan, you don’t have to keep bringing me flowers."

"I know," he replies softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just... I saw these and thought of you." You glance at the bouquet.. lavender, baby’s breath, and pink roses.