Finally, she typed, "I want to spend this cool summer with you."
The words felt inadequate, yet they held the essence of her feelings.
"You always make me smile," she continued, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. "Although the spring is over, we still have this summer to spend together. I want to hold your hand and spend every moment ahead of us together. Something I've been wanting to say for the past month. I'm going to say them out loud, soon."
As if in answer to her unspoken plea, the Luv Alert flashed a new message: "We're having a party with everyone in the House tomorrow. Please come to the venue with an attractive attire to enjoy the party."
Hazel, her usually bright eyes clouded with a hint of sadness, spoke first, her voice barely a whisper, "Wow... now I really feel like the end is coming."
Lina, her face etched with a mixture of apprehension and defiance, let out a dramatic sigh, "Ugh, I can feel it in my bones after getting this message."
Courtney, ever the optimist, tried to lighten the mood, "Why are you looking sad already? Let's enjoy this moment until the end." Her voice, a playful melody, cut through the somber atmosphere.
Lina, unable to resist a playful jab, retorted, "You sounded super sophisticated just now."
Sol, a quiet observer, chuckled, "Courtney is always sophisticated."
Lina, her competitive spirit flaring, demanded, "What about me? What about me!"
Hazel, her voice a soft murmur, added, "...And me...?"
Their laughter, a fragile shield against the encroaching darkness, filled the room. They traded jokes, their usual banter a desperate attempt to hold onto the fleeting joy of their shared experience. They talked about the day's events, the outfits they planned to wear the next day, anything to distract themselves from the looming reality.
The last night of their month-long adventure was slipping away, a cruel reminder of the inevitable end. A month that had felt like an eternity, a kaleidoscope of emotions and experiences, was fading into a distant memory.
The signal, a final act of courage, a declaration of love, a desperate attempt to bridge the vast distance that separated them. It was a gamble, a leap of faith, a chance to connect with the one person who could make her feel truly alive.
Hazel stared at the message on her phone, a frown creasing her forehead. "Okay... attractive... attire? What is that supposed to be?" she muttered to herself, the words echoing in the quiet of her room.
The message, received the day before, still lingered in her mind, a constant reminder of the impending event. She had to get ready soon, but the thought of choosing an outfit filled her with a strange mix of anxiety and excitement.
"I'm full of charm even without something special to wear," she reasoned, trying to convince herself that her usual attire would suffice.  But it was the last night, a night that called for something special, something that could leave a lasting impression. "This will surely impress everyone!" she declared, a surge of confidence washing over her.
At The Club, the air buzzed with anticipation.  Sol, his eyes widening in surprise, greeted Hazel with a warm smile. "Oh, Hazel? Wow, I almost didn't recognize you!"
Lina, her face radiating admiration, chimed in, "Seriously! You look amazing today."
Hazel, her heart pounding with a mix of relief and uncertainty, had spent the entire journey worrying about being overdressed.  "Do I look okay? I feel a bit awkward, to be honest..." she confessed, her voice tinged with self-doubt.
Courtney, ever the fashion connoisseur, stepped forward, her eyes sparkling with approval. "No, you look great. Where did you do your hair? It looks so nice."
The warmth of their compliments washed over Hazel, easing the lingering anxiety.  All the girls thought she looked nice.  She wondered what the others thought, especially Aiden.
Aiden, his eyes sparkling with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine, approached her before she could even formulate a question. "You look so beautiful today that you almost make me feel insecure...!" he confessed, a hint of playful vulnerability in his voice.
Hazel, her heart skipping a beat, felt a blush creep up her cheeks.  "When's this party going to end?" Aiden asked, his gaze lingering on her. "I hope it ends soon."
"Huh? Why?" Hazel questioned, her curiosity piqued.
"I don't know, I just have so much I want to do," Aiden admitted, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "I want to hold your hand, and... Seeing you makes me more so. What do I do?"
Before Hazel could even open her mouth, Aiden had taken the initiative, showering her with compliments, his words a whirlwind of emotions that left her breathless.
Lina, her face a mixture of amusement and nostalgia, chimed in, "It's a bit awkward to be here like this. I remember the first day we met."
Sol, ever the storyteller, chuckled, "It was super awkward then. Glen stepped on Lina's shoes-"
"And mine, too!" Hazel exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the room, a reminder of the shared history, the awkward beginnings, and the unbreakable bond they had forged.
Glen, his face flushed with embarrassment, let out a mock groan. "Hey, don't bring that up again!"
A month they had spent together, yet a strange tension hung in the air, a reminder of the awkward beginnings, the first tentative steps they had taken as a group.  Over the pulsating rhythm of the club music, they shared one of their earliest memories, a testament to the journey they had shared.
"That's a bit different from my first time," Jake's voice, a low rumble, cut through the din.
"Huh?" Hazel turned to him, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Jake, the newcomer, the one who had joined them later, couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. "I'm sad I missed that one week of time to spend with you," he confessed, his voice laced with genuine disappointment.  The hint of sadness in his eyes was undeniable.
"I wish you came here earlier," he added, his gaze lingering on Hazel.
Hazel, sensing his unspoken longing, offered a reassuring smile. "It feels as if you were here with us since day one, so it's fine!"
"I'm glad to hear that," Jake replied, a flicker of hope lighting up his features.
"I mean it though," Hazel insisted, her voice soft but firm. "I know it sucks we weren't together for a whole month, but I'm just happy that I met you."
Jake, his heart warming at her words, couldn't help but smile. "Now you're being so sweet. You'd better not get me too excited."
"Why not?" Hazel challenged, her curiosity piqued.
Jake, his grin widening, leaned in closer, his voice a husky whisper. "Because I won't be able to control myself."
Hazel, unable to suppress a burst of laughter, found herself captivated by the mischievous glint in his eyes.  Jake on loose... she had to admit, she was intrigued. For the first time, she found herself welcoming the end of their month-long adventure, knowing that it might be the catalyst for a side of Jake she had yet to see.
Aiden, his voice a mix of playful urgency and excitement, interrupted their intimate exchange. "Are we just going to stand here and talk? We should get this party going!"
Lina, her eyes sparkling with mischief, raised her glass. "Wait, I want to drink this. I haven't had alcohol in ages!"
Aiden, his protective instincts kicking in, quickly intervened. "Stop! You're going to get yourself drunk before you could do anything!"
Sol, his voice a soothing melody, chuckled, "You guys are so funny, even until the end!"
Their idle chatter faded into the background as they finally decided to move, their laughter blending with the pulsating rhythm of the music.  They raised their glasses in a toast, the clinking of glass a symphony of shared memories.  They danced, their movements mirroring the carefree spirit of their first encounter, the awkwardness replaced by a comfortable familiarity.
In the living room, the Luv Alert announced, "You will be given 10 minutes to talk to the housemates for the last time. Hope you have a sincere conversation that shows your heart without regret."
The girls, scattered throughout the house, awaited their final conversations, their hearts a mix of anticipation and apprehension.  Ten minutes, a fleeting moment, a chance to share their thoughts, their feelings, their hopes, and their regrets.  And the one who came to see Hazel was...
"You're here." Hazel's voice was a soft whisper, a mix of surprise and relief.
"Yeah." Glen's face, framed by the open doorway, held a mixture of emotions that Hazel couldn't quite decipher.
They sat in silence, the ticking of the clock a constant reminder of the precious time slipping away.  Hazel, eager to make the most of their limited time, opened her mouth to speak, but Glen, as if sensing her urgency, beat her to it.
"I had so much fun, thanks to you, Hazel," he confessed, his voice laced with sincerity.
Hazel, her heart sinking slightly, countered, "Having fun is different from having feelings, though!"
Glen, his smile a touch too wide, a touch too carefree, responded, "Oh, yeah? Haha... I did have feelings for you sometimes as well. And I felt like I've changed a lot."
"Sometimes"...?  His words, seemingly contradictory, left Hazel confused.  His smile, a mask hiding his true emotions, only deepened her uncertainty.
"Thank you for the enjoyable time together," Glen continued, his voice a touch too casual, a touch too detached. "It was great."
Ten minutes, a fleeting moment, a whirlwind of emotions, and then it was over.  The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words, unanswered questions, and a lingering sense of regret.
The conversation wasn't... too bad, Hazel thought, trying to convince herself.  But where did his heart lie?  Had she shown enough of her feelings?  A torrent of thoughts flooded her mind, each one a painful reminder of the uncertainty that lingered. Aiden came next after the conversation with Glen.
Aiden, his voice a mix of amusement and surprise, broke through her thoughts. "Ah, you're the last one."
"What? Really? I am?" Hazel's voice, a mix of confusion and disbelief, echoed through the quiet room.
Aiden, his gaze fixed on Hazel, his voice a low murmur, confessed, "Yeah. I tried to come to you first... but somehow, I couldn't. I had too much to say and got nervous trying to come here."
"Nervous?" Hazel questioned, her brow furrowed in surprise.
"Yeah. A lot. More than usual." Aiden's face, usually radiating confidence, now held a vulnerability that touched Hazel's heart. His hands trembled slightly, a stark contrast to his usual composure.
"I feel a little foolish today," he admitted, his voice laced with a hint of self-deprecation. "But I really want to tell you this."
"Oh...?" Hazel's heart skipped a beat, her curiosity piqued.
"I looked back and noticed we really spent a lot of time together," Aiden continued, his gaze unwavering. "Thank you... for being with me all this time. And I want to be thankful, even in the future."
Aiden's nervousness was contagious, mirroring the whirlwind of emotions swirling within Hazel. His words, his vulnerability, his way of talking about the future, his genuine emotions, all resonated deeply within her.  His presence, his sincerity, ignited a spark of excitement within her.
And then it was Asher's turn.
"I don't think 10 minutes is enough to have a long conversation," Asher remarked, his voice a smooth baritone.
"No," Hazel agreed, a hint of melancholy in her tone.
"But it's enough to say what I want to say," Asher countered, his gaze unwavering.
"You don't have a lot of things to say to me, huh?" Hazel teased, a playful smile gracing her lips.
Asher, his gaze fixed on Hazel, paused for a moment before replying, "...I do, but we've talked a lot before."
Hazel, her heart sinking slightly, realized that while she had a multitude of things she wanted to tell him, their shared history might make it seem redundant to him.
"Thank you for the good time together," Asher said, his voice a gentle murmur.
Hazel, trying to maintain a cheerful facade, responded, "...Yeah. Same. I'm sure that we're going to exchange numbers and meet up privately, so there's no need to be sad."
A whirlwind of thoughts, a mix of sadness and anticipation, filled Hazel's mind.  She couldn't help but hope that he would reach out to her, that their connection wouldn't end with this final conversation.
The last one to arrive was Jake.
"I never thought this last day would come," Jake exclaimed, his voice a mix of disbelief and melancholy, "but here we are!"
"I know," Hazel agreed, a touch of sadness in her voice. "It feels weird."
"I had a lot of fun, thanks to you," Jake confessed, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. "I smiled the most with you, than with anyone else."
Hazel, unable to suppress a burst of laughter, recalled the countless moments of shared joy, the inside jokes, the playful banter, the genuine connection they had forged.
"Why are you smiling?" Jake asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Just because," Hazel replied, her laughter echoing through the room. "It's funny how we're having this conversation."
"Is it?" Jake questioned, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Well. I guess I didn't show you so much of my serious side."
Hazel, her heart a mix of bittersweet emotions, found herself strangely content.  She didn't mind having someone she could laugh with, someone who saw her as a fun person.  Maybe, just maybe, there was a glimmer of hope, a chance for something more.  But as her thoughts raced, the ten minutes slipped away, leaving her with a sense of longing and uncertainty.
The Luv Alert, its message a stark reminder of the inevitable, announced, "Today is the last day at the Luv House. Send away your Luv Sign to someone you have in mind."
"Ah... this really is the end," Hazel murmured, her voice a soft sigh.
The past month, a whirlwind of emotions, flashed before her eyes.  The conversations, the laughter, the tears, the shared moments of joy and vulnerability, all woven into a tapestry of memories that would forever hold a special place in her heart.  One name, above all others, echoed in her mind.
Later that night, under the soft glow of the moon, Hazel found herself walking through the park, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
"I'll walk. I'm gonna walk now," she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper.
She had received Aiden's number, but the thought of dialing it filled her with a paralyzing fear.  Why was she hesitating?  Why was she letting her doubts, her insecurities, hold her back?
"What if he's not into me? What if he never really liked me?" she fretted, her mind a whirlwind of anxieties. "Ugh... I should stop overthinking and just call him!"
She had come this far, she couldn't run away now.  With trembling fingers, she slowly dialed the numbers.
"Hello?" Aiden's voice, a familiar melody, answered before the first full ring.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Aiden questioned, a hint of concern in his voice. "You got the wrong number?"
Hazel, her voice barely a whisper, stammered, "Um..."
"Is this Hazel?" Aiden's voice, a mix of amusement and nervousness, filled the air.
"How did you know?" Hazel asked, her curiosity piqued.
"I can tell," Aiden replied, his voice a playful murmur. "Just by the sound of your breath."
Hazel, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension, couldn't help but smile.  She had never heard Aiden's voice sound so... vulnerable, so full of warmth.
"I've never heard you talk in that voice," she confessed, her voice a soft murmur.
"Me?" Aiden questioned, a hint of surprise in his tone.
"Yeah," Hazel replied, her voice laced with a playful curiosity. "It makes me curious to know what face you're making."
"Yeah," Aiden agreed, his voice a low rumble. "Me, too. Me, too."
It was strange, Hazel thought.  She could always make out the look in Aiden's face, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, the way his brow furrowed when he was deep in thought.  But now, separated by the vast distance of the phone, she had no idea what expression he was wearing.  The thought of Aiden, his smile, his seriousness, his every nuance, always brought a smile to her face.  She wondered what expression he was wearing right now.
"Looking back," Hazel began, her voice filled with a warmth that mirrored her emotions, "all the time I spent with you was so warm.  I can only smile, thinking of you.  Thank you for always expressing yourself so that I'm not confused... Thank you so much."
"Don't mention it," Aiden replied, his voice a soothing melody. "I enjoy doing it."
"Still," Hazel insisted, her voice a soft murmur, "I don't think it would've been half as fun, without you. Thank you for everything. Speaking of which..."
Hazel, her heart pounding in her chest, bit her lip, her voice a shaky whisper. "Aiden..."
"Yeah, tell me," Aiden replied, his voice a gentle murmur.
Hazel, her voice barely audible, her words a confession of her deepest desires, whispered, "Would you... come over?"
She wanted to see him, to feel his presence, to share this moment of vulnerability, of shared emotions.  She missed him, his smile, his laughter, his warmth.  As much as he had been honest with her, she wanted to be honest with him, to let him know how deeply she felt.  The words, once trapped within her heart, escaped her lips, a testament to her courage, her longing, her vulnerability.
"Where are you now?" Aiden's voice, a mix of concern and excitement, filled the air.
"I'm at the riverside park," Hazel replied, her voice a soft murmur, "where we hung out before... by the bench."
"I'm coming over right now, okay?" Aiden's voice, laced with a promise, a declaration of his intentions, filled her with a surge of hope.
"Sure!" Hazel replied, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness. "But don't rush yourself."
Aiden, his voice a mix of urgency and determination, interrupted her, "I can't do that. I want to see you fast. Just wait. I'm coming."
Even after hanging up the call, Hazel's heart continued to race, a wild symphony of anticipation and anxiety.
"Shoot," she muttered to herself, her voice barely a whisper.
Would she be able to keep calm when he arrived?  She couldn't seem to keep calm now, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
"What should I tell him?" she fretted, her voice a low murmur. "Hi? Thank you? I like you? No... 'I like you' is a bit sudden. I might look stupid. I need to think of something natural...!"
"Hazel!" Aiden's voice, a mix of excitement and relief, cut through her thoughts.
The sound of footsteps, heavy and purposeful, filled the quiet air, sending a shiver down Hazel's spine.  Her heart throbbed with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
"I was fast, right?" Aiden exclaimed, his smile radiating a warmth that melted away her anxiety.
"Yes," Hazel replied, her voice a soft murmur. "Did you run? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Aiden assured her, his voice laced with a sense of contentment. "Everything feels good right now."
Aiden, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes sparkling with an intensity that sent a shiver down Hazel's spine, smiled wide at her.
"Can I hug you?" he asked, his voice a soft whisper, a question laced with a longing that mirrored her own.
"Huh?" Hazel's voice, a mix of surprise and confusion, escaped her lips.  Aiden, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that touched her heart, cautiously asked, "Can I hug you?"
Hazel, despite her initial surprise, found herself opening her arms, her gaze meeting his, a silent invitation.
"Yeah," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her heart pounding in her chest.
Aiden, his face radiating a joy that was infectious, enveloped her in a warm embrace.  "Ah- I'm so happy right now," he exclaimed, his voice filled with a sense of awe. "I'm the happiest person in the world."
Hazel, her feet lifted off the ground by the force of his embrace, felt a wave of warmth wash over her.
"Hey! You just ran all the way here-" Hazel protested, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and concern.
"I'm so happy that I can't control myself," Aiden confessed, his voice a mix of excitement and disbelief.  "I could even run around in the park like this."
"Hey!" Hazel exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the quiet park.
"My heart is pounding right now," Aiden confessed, his voice a breathless whisper. "Can't you feel it?  I'm... I'm really so happy right now.  It's driving me crazy."
Their breaths, a delicate dance of shared emotions, intertwined and then dispersed, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.
"This is... a bit embarrassing," Hazel confessed, her voice a soft murmur. "How long are you doing this for? Aren't you going to put me down?"
Aiden, his gaze fixed on her, his smile a playful glimmer, countered, "I don't know? Maybe if you give me a kiss?"
"Oh, that's cheeky," Hazel teased, a playful smile gracing her lips. "And kind of cute."
"Yeah," Aiden replied, his voice laced with a confidence that was both charming and endearing. "I'm always cute in front of you. And manly."
"Strange... I thought you never liked getting called 'sweet'," Hazel remarked, her brow furrowed in amusement.
"I did," Aiden confessed, his voice a low rumble. "Because I thought you didn't see me as a man. But it doesn't matter, now that we're here like this. As long as you like me."
"Hmph," Hazel replied, a playful smirk playing on her lips.
"So... you're really not going to do it?" Aiden questioned, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.
Aiden looked up at her, his gaze unwavering, his expression a mixture of anticipation and playful insistence.  Hazel, her heart pounding in her chest, realized that she no longer had to hold back.
"I'll do it," she conceded, her voice a soft whisper, "just so that you can put me down."
"Hmm, then from now, I'll do this every time I want a kiss," Aiden declared, his voice a playful murmur.
"Be quiet," Hazel replied, her laughter echoing through the quiet park.
Hazel, her heart pounding in her chest, lowered her head slowly, her hands gently cupping Aiden's cheek.  She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his, a soft, tender kiss that lingered for a moment before she pulled away.
"Again. Hmm?" Aiden murmured, his voice a low rumble, his eyes sparkling with a playful mischief.
"That wasn't the deal we made...!" Hazel protested, her voice a mix of amusement and exasperation.
"Just one more," Aiden insisted, his smile widening, his gaze unwavering.
"Hey...! You...!" Hazel exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the quiet park.
"If you're not doing it, I'll serve myself," Aiden declared, his voice a playful threat, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.
Their lips met again, a gentle touch, a soft peck, a shared smile that blossomed into a longer, sweeter kiss.  They kissed, their lips moving in a delicate dance of affection, a celebration of their newfound connection, a promise of a future filled with laughter, love, and shared moments of joy.
"We're here!" Aiden announced, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.
"Are you sure we can afford this place?" Hazel questioned, her brow furrowed with a hint of concern.
"A family member of mine runs this place," Aiden replied, his smile radiating a warmth that melted away her anxieties.
"I told you we can share it," Hazel insisted, her voice laced with a sense of fairness.
"Huh? No way," Aiden countered, his voice firm, his gaze unwavering. "It's all on me. It always makes me happy when I surprise you with a gift. Just let me do it and enjoy. I want to give you everything."
Hazel, while grateful for his generosity, couldn't help but feel a pang of concern.  Aiden had been spending a lot of money lately, showering her with gifts and taking her on extravagant dates.  Was it because they hadn't seen each other for a while?  Was it his way of expressing his love?
A flashback to a recent encounter with her friends, Lina and Sol, flooded her mind.
"Long time no see! I missed you guys so much!" Lina exclaimed, her voice filled with a warmth that mirrored her genuine affection.
"Lina didn't change at all," Sol remarked, a playful smile gracing his lips.
"Hey, I got my master's degree," Lina countered, her voice brimming with pride. "Isn't it amazing?"
"Then what are you up to nowadays?" Courtney inquired, her curiosity piqued.
"Pursuing a doctor's degree," Lina replied, her voice laced with a determination that was both inspiring and admirable.
She hadn't changed, Hazel thought, a sense of comfort washing over her.  They had talked for a long time, catching up on their lives, sharing their dreams and aspirations.  And then, Hazel had shared her concerns about Aiden's lavish spending.
"Aiden is the type who loves to give everything he has," Lina had explained, her voice laced with a wisdom that came from years of observing human behavior. "Just take it as a way of showing his love to you, Hazel."
"But I just can't get everything he gives," Hazel confessed, her voice laced with a sense of unease. "What can I do for him?"
"Why do you worry about it?" Lina countered, her voice filled with a warmth that radiated genuine concern. "It means you're that special to him."
"Hmm..." Hazel murmured, her brow furrowed in contemplation.
"I should've chosen you, not the boys!" Lina exclaimed, her voice laced with a playful regret.
"You're not too late," Sol chimed in, his voice a mix of amusement and genuine affection. "We're still single, Lina."
"That's right," Courtney added, her voice a playful echo of Sol's sentiment. "Who do you prefer more?"
They had laughed, their conversation a lighthearted reminder of the enduring bonds of friendship. 
Aiden, Hazel had realized, was a man who loved to give, to shower his loved ones with gifts and affection.  He had booked this luxurious place himself, driven all the way here by himself, and never once allowed her to pay him back or prepare a gift for him.
"What are you thinking?" Aiden asked, his voice a gentle murmur, his gaze fixed on her. "Is anything uncomfortable? Or are you hungry?"
"A family member of you runs this place?" Hazel questioned, her voice laced with a hint of suspicion. "Who is that?"
"Um... one of my aunts," Aiden replied, his voice a touch hesitant, his gaze shifting slightly.
Hazel, her instincts screaming at her, couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt.  Something didn't feel right.
"I can tell what you're thinking right now," Aiden stated, his voice a mix of amusement and understanding. "Why don't we go out and enjoy?"
"Aren't you tired from driving?" Hazel countered, her concern for him outweighing her own suspicions.
"I even made a list of things we could do here," Aiden announced, his voice brimming with excitement. "Let's complete this list during our vacation."
Hazel, her heart filled with a mixture of gratitude and determination, couldn't help but smile.  Aiden never hesitated to spend time and money on her, to shower her with affection and attention.  But she, too, wanted to do something special for him, to show him how much she cared.  This vacation, she decided, would be her chance.  She would make sure he knew how much she appreciated him, how much she loved him.  Aiden wouldn't be able to stop her this time!  She would do everything for him!
"We've done so much today!" Hazel exclaimed, her voice laced with a playful exhaustion.
They had spent an amazing time walking around the resort, exploring the lush gardens, sampling delicacies at various restaurants, and enjoying each other's company.
"Are you tired?" Aiden asked, his gaze fixed on her, his concern evident.
"Just a little bit," Hazel replied, her voice a soft murmur. "But I still have the energy to go to the pool with you."
"Don't push yourself," Aiden cautioned, his voice laced with a gentle concern.
"Do I look like I'm pushing myself?" Hazel countered, her playful tone masking a deeper sentiment.
"Well... you were pretty busy before the vacation," Aiden admitted, his voice a touch hesitant.
"You don't have to worry about it," Hazel reassured him, her voice filled with a warmth that mirrored her feelings. "It's nothing compared to what you always do to me."
"I don't want you to push yourself because of me," Aiden insisted, his concern for her evident.
"I know," Hazel replied, her voice a soft murmur. "And I never do anything I don't want to do. I just want to enjoy this time with you. If it weren't for you, I would've just slept all day."
A relationship, Hazel thought, wasn't about a simple give and take, a constant calculation of favors and obligations.  It was about love, about wanting to see your loved one smile, about wanting to make them happy.  It was about laughter, about shared moments of joy, about supporting each other through thick and thin.  Aiden's precious smile, Hazel realized, was a gift, a treasure she wanted to cherish, a reason to make him smile forever.
"I want to have more fun!" Hazel declared, her voice filled with a renewed energy. "It's our first day of vacation..."