Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

It was well past midnight when Mia pulled everyone into a group chat. All the women knew each other, so naturally, things got rowdy fast. Instead of sleeping, they started showing off the flowers they'd gotten for Valentine's Day, posting pics and hyping each other up. Soon, it turned into an all-out vote: whose man delivered the prettiest bouquet?

Conner was propped up against the headboard, arm slung around Annie's shoulders, watching the drama unfold on her phone.

He snorted, “Andre's got nothing on me. Look at his bouquet—not even a hint of Valentine's Day spirit." Annie chimed in, "But Andre picked those out with their little boy. That's adorable."

When the votes were tallied, Molly's flowers swept the board. No contest.

Jade, oozing pride, wrote, "Told you! Chad's got the best eye. All those years shopping with me finally paid off."

Conner jabbed at his phone, all mock indignation. "Who brings white roses to Valentine's? That's just bad luck. Seriously, ladies—where's your taste? And Chad's pink bouquet? Sure, it's cute, but it doesn't pop. Milka's red roses? Too flashy, you see those everywhere. Anya got a bouquet with ferns mixed in—what's that supposed to mean? Don't even get me started on Andre's. At least ours looks the best.”

Annie tried to calm him down. “I never said ours wasn't beautiful. I love it. Don't get riled up."

"Then who did you vote for?"

Annie hesitated. Silence.

squinted at her. "Well? What's that

I picked Molly. But—” She

didn't you post it

didn't

“Don't worry. I'm yours for life. No one's getting between us.

gave

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"If you're being held

“What's wrong, you

ignored him, stuffed her phone under her pillow, squeezed her eyes shut, and yanked the covers over

an arm around

blankets, muttered,

the target of all the guys' jealousy. Conner was first to call