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“I didn’t,” I answered simply.
When she finished reading, she carefully folded the paper and set it back inside the black metal box.
I knew her well enough now to know she was processing, so I gently twirled my ring while I waited for her to speak.
He’d given it to me a month earlier, tied onto a ribbon, around the stem of a giant bouquet of daisies.
It was the same day I moved in with him and Anya, after five months of trying very hard to pretend we weren’t basically living together.
Anya looked at her metal box again and up at me.
“I’m glad you didn’t send it to him.”
My eyebrows rose. “Yeah?”
“I think maybe he would’ve remembered when he met you at the gym. And he needed you to be someone new.”
A smile spread over my face at how carefully she chose her words.
“I think you might be right,” I said quietly.
She scooted forward on the bed and gave me a tight hug. I kissed the side of her head.
“Love you, Iz.”
“Love you too,” I whispered.
When she hopped off the bed, box clutched to her chest, she looked at mine again. “Are you going to tell Dad about the letter?”
“What letter?” he asked from the doorway.
She looked at me, eyes wide. “Sorry.”
I laughed. “It’s okay.”
Anya scampered off to her room, the pounding of her feet on the stairs had Aiden shaking his head.
As he shut the bedroom door and approached the bed, I studied the way he looked in his button-down shirt and black dress pants.
“I like this look,” I told him.
“Yeah?”
He carefully moved aside the metal box and pushed me back onto the bed. My hands tugged his shirt out of his waistband as he gave me a mind-spinning kiss. Aiden always greeted me like this when we were alone—like he hadn’t seen me in weeks—and I would never, ever get sick of it.
His kisses moved down my neck as I moved under him, unhooking his belt.
“What letter is she talking about?” he asked, tugging the strap of my bra down and placing a sucking kiss over my heart.
“Umm, nothing?”
He lifted his head, spearing me with a look.
“It’s silly,” I told him. “But I wanted her to see what kind of stuff I kept in the lockbox from my nan.”
Aiden rolled to the side, snatching the box with one big hand and tugging it closer to us. “Show me.”
With a burning hot face, I pulled the letter out and handed it to him.
