I opened the jewelry box he gave me, and the second I saw what was inside, I felt that familiar giddy rush. I looked up at him, and seeing my reaction, he seemed just as thrilled as I was.
It’s a bracelet, a new design from Cartier.
"Thank you, babe..."
I’m not even going to complain about how expensive his gifts are anymore. I’m finally getting used to it.
"You’re welcome," he said, taking it out and fastening it onto my wrist himself. "I'm sorry for all my shortcomings."
My eyes welled up at that. I shook my head. "You don't have any shortcomings, babe. And I’m so sorry for doubting you. I love you... I’m just so sorry."
He nodded. "It’s okay. I get it. Your feelings were totally valid."
I moved closer and sat on his lap. It was still early, and we were the only ones out in the ga
