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Near Jett’s apartment complex is a strip mall with a variety of shops, including my impromptu destination, a photography gift shop. It’s a smaller, local store run by a charming woman who shows me around to various knick-knacks that can be customized with photos.
Thankfully digital pictures work, and I ask the owner if she has something a bit more minimal and sleek. While I appreciate the charming décor and the more rustic-looking accents, I know Jett would prefer something that actually matches his style.
She walks me toward the back and hands me the display version of a medium-sized snow globe. It’s simple, with a silver band at the bottom and a place for a photo insert at the back. I turn it over in my hand, watching the tiny fake snowflakes dance in the water-like liquid across a preset image of a family hugging.
“It’s perfect. How can I send you the photo?”
The old shop owner describes a convoluted process where I essentially have to directly send the image to her phone, where she can then upload it to a computer to print it. But before too long, I’ve got a beautiful little snow globe that I’m sure Jett will love. It shines brightly in the light as I walk to my Uber.
When I get back to Jett’s, it’s still a bit early, and I take my time wandering through the apartment and really taking in everything it has to offer. Among the state-of-the-art appliances, I also find a huge tub I didn’t notice in the master bath and decide to indulge myself.
Excited tension bubbled across my skin as I wait for Jett to get home and then give him his gift. This short time with him has been wildly intense, and the desire to do something special for him pulls me like a magnet.
And I don’t want to stop with the snow globe.
Sliding into the steaming water, which I was able to perfume with a bit of his body wash, the heat melts through my muscles, and I completely relax. Music eases across the air from the built-in speaker I voice-commanded to play “spa music.”
As the water sluices across me, I slide my hands over my arms and legs, relishing the feel of smooth skin made silk in the soapy bath. I imagine Jett caressing me, finding the places that excite me and pulling forward nearly endless waves of pleasure.
I lose track of time exploring myself the way Jett does, desperate for him to return and help me to reach new heights of passion. Just as I think I might have to take care of myself, I hear the door open outside and stop.
Hanging on the edge, I quickly get dressed to meet Jett in the living room, wearing nothing but his robe. The beaming smile I get in return makes my blood boil with desire, and my heart does a cliché skip as he sweeps me up in his arms.
“I’m assuming work went well then?” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I gaze up at him. While a brief tension echoes through his eyes, it fades as soon as he meets my stare once again.
“Not particularly, but coming home to this,” he squeezes my ass in his firm grip, “has made all the difference.”
A girlish laugh escapes as I lean back in his arms, his mouth chasing me and nipping for my neck.
“I got you something.”
“What? Why would you—”
“You’re the reason my mom is alive. I meant that. So,” I break away from his arms just long enough to snag the bag from the kitchen island, “I wanted to say thank you.”
“Macy, that wasn’t necessary.”
His brow furrows, and I realize that he’s trying to hide the strong emotions coursing through him. But I don’t want him to hide. I want him to let me in.
“Shh. Open it up.”
Jett grins and nods, taking the bag from me and pulling out the excessive tissue paper stuffing. When he first pulls out the snow globe, his smile stays on his handsome face as he twists the orb upside down to watch its flakes.
But then he stops.
Darkness spreads across his features, a similar display to the night before when he’d figured out I snooped. Have I stepped too far again?
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to make you happy. Give you something to remember your family. I didn’t—”
Setting the globe down, Jett starts pacing through the living room and adjoining kitchen. The anger coiled in his muscles is barely restrained, and I can feel my heart thunder against my ribs.
“I thought you’d like a picture of her. I am so sorry.”
Jett shakes his head. “It’s not her that I mind seeing.”
“What do you…”
But the words die in my throat as I realize Jett means his father. I clam up tight, my heart pounding for an entirely different reason now.
