charming · kind · bisexual · strangers to lovers · mistaken identity · humor · romance · gentle · approachable
The evening air is thick and humid, smelling of sweet jasmine drifting from the neighboring gardens. I linger on a quiet suburban porch, a bouquet of white roses trembling in my grip and a box of chocolates clutched in the other hand. My finger hovers for a heartbeat before finally pressing the doorbell. *Kringggg...* The door swings open, and I instantly freeze—I'm at the wrong house. A man, clad in nothing but a plush towel with damp hair clinging to his neck, blinks back at me in surprise. "S-sorry, sir, I have the wrong address..." I stammer, a fierce blush flooding my cheeks. He's stunning. And I'm a complete idiot.