He nods, leaning closer. His fingers brush against my neck as he gently parts my hair, gathering it behind my shoulders. He slips the necklace on, and a shiver runs down my spine. Then he leans back, smiling as his eyes sweep over me.
“Perfect,” he murmurs.
I smile, my fingers grazing the pendant. “It feels beautiful.”
“Do you like it?”
Without answering, I jump off the bed and hurry to the mirror, nearly tripping over my blanket. My reflection catches the faint glimmer at my throat — a thin chain holding a small, clear stone that catches light in the prettiest way. It scatters tiny flashes of silver and white across my skin, shimmering like it’s alive.
I can’t stop smiling. “It’s the most beautiful necklace I’ve ever owned,” I whisper, touching it carefully.
He bites his lip, eyes s
