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CHAPTER7
“Ithought we said no gifts?” I question.
Jensen laughs, gesturing to a large box under the tree with candy cane wrapping paper. “No, you said that, not us.”
“But I didn’t get you guys anything—”
“You’ve already given us something,” Micah objects.
Sheepishly grinning, I shake my head in disbelief. “What did I give you?”
“You,” Damien states, as a blush settles on my cheeks. “You gave us you.”
“And you’re the best damn gift,” Jensen says, handing me my first present as I make myself comfortable on the floor. “This one’s from me.”
Anticipation overwhelms me as I tear off the wrapping paper, losing my mind once I realize it’s the designer bag I’ve been obsessing over for the last year. It’s extremely expensive, and I could never afford it, especially after all the money I’ve spent on purchasing new books.
“No way,” I shriek, examining the beauty of seeing it in person. “Are you serious? Jensen, are you serious?”
“Yup.”
“You’re amazing,” I blurt out, rushing to my feet and leaping into his arms. “I’m so happy! It’s so beautiful!”
He holds me close, smiling. “Glad you like it.”
“Like it? I love it!” I exclaim, pressing my lips against his. “Thank you.”
“Tough act to follow,” Micah dryly mumbles, handing me a small-sized box.
A countless number of thoughts rush through my head as to what it could be. Unwrapping the paper and lifting the lid, I’m suddenly left speechless. Gazing down at the diamond necklace in awe, I marvel at its elegance and beauty.
“Micah,” I nearly whisper, filled with so many emotions. “It’s stunning.”
He kneels beside me, placing his hand on the small of my back. “It’s not nearly as stunning as you.”
Kissing him tenderly, I cup his face with my hand. “Can you help me put it on?”
“Of course.”
He carefully removes the necklace from the box and secures it around my neck. Examining the sight of me wearing it, admiration flickers in his eyes.
“How does it look on me?” I ask, sheepishly smiling.
“Perfect,” he murmurs.
“Alright, Damien,” Jensen speaks up, leaning forward on the couch. “Let’s see it.”
His body visibly stiffens, and his jaw twitches.
Searching under the Christmas tree, I come across a black box with a red ribbon, delicately tied into a bow. Placing it onto my lap, I untie the bow, bouncing up and down like a little girl. The anticipation is literally killing me.
The moment I remove the lid, I fall silent. Still.
“Oh,” I faintly say, hesitating. “It’s empty.”
“What,” Jensen lets out, laughing.
Micah’s eyes widen. “Yikes.”
