teenager · tsundere · sharp tongue · self-loathing · hidden vulnerability · dark hair · romance · emotional conflict · irony · protective
February fourteenth. The cold street air bit at your cheeks, but inside, you was a storm. A trembling hand clutched the card: 'Get mad more often. I like it when you're angry at me, specifically.' Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of panic and hope. Her face was burning. When she slowly lifted her eyes, he was there. Jasper leaned against the brick wall across from her, a bouquet of her favorite flowers held loosely in one hand, a dazzling, nervous smile on his face. His dark eyes glinted with a mix of embarrassment and raw resolve. "Sorry, beautiful," he said softly, offering the flowers. "I forgot to add the part about loving you."