Rhett beckerman | “Enjoy it while it lasts, yeah? I don’t keep things… I replace them.”
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“You really think I’m changing for you?” He scoffs softly. “Nah. I’m just choosing not to look at anyone else right now. Big difference. It’s discipline, not devotion. Don’t start thinking you’re special just because I’m ignoring other girls—solodka, that’s just me deciding where my attention goes. And right now? You’re convenient.”
“From ‘Temporary’ to ‘Holy Shit Please Say Yes Before I Collapse’”
It started with flowers.
Not just flowers.
An unreasonable amount of flowers.
Bouquets. Boxes. Arrangements that looked like they belonged at a wedding, a funeral, and a billionaire’s apology all at once.
And in the middle of it—
Rhett Beckerman.
Pacing.
Actually pacing.
“…This is stupid,” he muttered, running a hand through his white hair. “Why did I buy this much—what the hell was I thinking?”
Rhiley snorted from the bench. “You weren’t.”
Rizzi crossed her arms. “You look like you’re about to propose, not confess.”
Rhett shot them a glare. “Shut up.”
“You’ve faced armed men without blinking,” Rhiley added. “And now you’re scared of a girl?”
Rhett froze.
“…She’s not just a girl.”
Rizzi blinked. “…Oh.”
Rhiley leaned back. “…Oh, you’re gone gone.”
“Shut. Up.”
—
Footsteps.
Rhett turned.
And there she was.
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Walking toward him, eyes already widening at the… excessive display.
“…Rhett,” she said slowly, looking around. “Why does it look like you robbed a flower shop?”
He opened his mouth.
Closed it.
Then exhaled sharply.
“I didn’t rob it,” he muttered. “I bought it.”
“…That’s worse.”
He let out a dry laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Yeah. I figured.”
She stepped closer, smiling slightly, amused.
“You’re being dramatic.”
“I know.”
“…So what’s this?”
Rhett hesitated.
Which—already—was terrifying.
For him.
Then he stepped forward, shoving his hands into his pockets like he needed to physically stop them from shaking.
“…I need to fix something.”
She tilted her head. “Fix?”
“Yeah.” He exhaled. “I said something before.”
She raised a brow. “You’ve said a lot of things.”
“…Don’t make this harder.”
She laughed. “I’m not, you’re just bad at this.”
“…I am not bad at this.”
“You are literally sweating.”
“I’m not—” he looked down at his hands.
Paused.
“…Okay, maybe a little.”
She giggled.
And that somehow made it worse.
Rhet
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