I turn the pendant slowly, and just as it shifts, I catch the engraving on the back.
L.H.
This isn’t just a necklace to me; it's proof that Elijah truly loves me and wants to make me happy. The fact that he put so much thought into this gift means the world to me. I don’t think I’llever fully deserve his kindness and attentiveness, and for that, I will forever cherish him.
“You did this for me?” I inquire, still in awe.
I don't even know why I ask because he's done so much for me since I moved in, even when I had no clue.
My heart swells with such overwhelming joy that it feels ready to spill over.
As I gaze up at him, I can’t help but feel like the luckiest woman in the world, and in this very moment, I know I’ll be okay as long as he's by my side for the rest of my life.
He gingerly takes the necklace from my hands.
“Turn around.”
I sweep my hair over one shoulder and hold it there as he approaches. I feel his fingers brush the back of my neck as he loops the chain around and fastens it, followed by a gentle kiss at the base of my hairline.
It's such a small thing.
But it feels intimate.
Like everything he does.
Once it's secure, I let my hair fall back into place and bring my hand up and rest it lightly against the heart. The stone is cool against my skin, but warmth flows through me as I turn back to him.
“I love it,” I sigh happily, stepping up onto my toes to kiss him softly. “And I love you.”
He smiles against my lips, brushing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“I love you.” Another kiss lingered on the other side of my mouth as he took his time with me.
Butterflies erupt in my stomach.
“I did get some other presents, but I wanted you to have that one first.”
“Elijah,” I scold, narrowing my eyes at him, though there's no real annoyance behind it. “I told you not to spoil me.”
He ignores me and reaches for the prosecco. The cork pops loudly, making me jump, and he just grins.
“And I told you, I’ll spoil my girl however I want.”
My girl.
Yeah… I’m never going to get used to how much I like hearing that.
“Besides,” he pours a glass and hands it to me before doing the same for himself. “One of them benefits us both.”
He winks.
I feel my face heat up, and I roll my eyes, trying to hide the smile behind my glass.
I’m not surprised.
We clink our glasses together, the soft tinkle echoes between us, and I take a sip. The bubbles fizz over my tongue, cool and light, sliding down my throat and leaving a refreshing coolness.
“I got you a present too.”
