The package is heavier than I expect, which rules out chocolate. Jordan watches me with that half smile that always melts my insides. “What is this?” I ask.
“Open it and find out.”
I tear away the paper and then smile. “A remote car starter! I love it!”
“Now you can warm your car up before going outside.”
“That’s going to be amazing. I’ve wanted one forever.”
“But you never splurge on yourself,” he points out.
“Yeah. You know me pretty well.”
“I do. I already made arrangements for the installation with Willow, so you just need to find a time that works for both of you.”
I lean over and press a kiss to his lips. “Thank you. Now it’s your turn.” I push a large gift bag toward him. He reaches into the bag, moving tissue paper out of the way before he pulls out a Patriots hoodie. He holds the olive-green material up in front of himself. “It’s the Salute to Service one I’ve been wanting. Thank you. I love it.” He grins.
I’m glad he likes it so much. It took me a ridiculous amount of time to pick one out.
He hands me a small package. “Don’t forget this one.”
I rip the paper away, exposing a black jewelry box. I send him a questioning glance.
He smirks. “It’s not a diamond.”
I laugh. “I wasn’t thinking that.” I lift the lid. “Oh, snowflake earrings! How cute.”
“They’re white gold because I know you don’t like yellow gold.”
“How do you know that? I’ve never told you.”
“I’ve always noticed things about you. I just didn’t let on.”
I switch out my earrings and pull both sides of my hair back. “How do they look?”
“Perfect. They reminded me of our snowball fight. I think I started to fall for you when you tackled me and kissed me.”
“That’s so sweet. I love that you put so much thought into them.” I wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him from theside. He hooks an arm around me and kisses the top of my head. When we part, I touch my earrings and smile as I remember that night. “If I remember correctly, you ambushed me.”
He grins. “It was a necessary strategy to get my lips on yours again.”
“Well, it worked brilliantly.” I hand him another gift bag. “Your turn.”
“Okay,” he says, plucking tissue paper from the top. He reaches inside and removes the brown leather belt. “How’d you know I needed a new one?”
“I’ve noticed things about you too,” I say, winking.
He runs his hand along the length. “This is great quality leather.”
“Turn it over.”
He flips it and starts laughing when he notices the message printed on the back.
I licked it, so it’s mine.
Love, Ginger.
“It is yours,” he says.
