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I lift the box and scream as a bunch of stuff flies out, going all over the place. I catch one mid-air and grin when I see it’s a Starbucks gift card. The others are for gaming shops and other places.

I notice everyone watching me as I pick up the others. “You couldn’t have given them to me normally?”

“We all chipped in with yours,” Harris announces.

“Thank you. All of you.”

They all go back to their own presents and I smile down at the cards in my hand. They were really thoughtful about where they got them from because one is for Victoria’s Secret.

My phone vibrates with a message and I click on it.

Ben: Thank you for my gifts. I love them. I’ll be taking a bath with the rubber duck tonight, and then I’ll enjoy my night tucked up in my new pj set playing games. You didn’t need to spend that much, but I appreciate it.

I smile, my thumb running over the screen before it clicks off.

Imogen: You’re welcome. If I had known you’d love it that much, I would have bought you a back scrub.

I slyly peek out to see him reading his phone, his lips spreading into a smile.

Ben: You could scrub it for me.

Imogen: You wish.

Ben: I do!

Ben: Look under your desk.

My brows pinch together but I do as he asks. Tucked at the back is a bag full of presents. I drag it close and peer inside. Then I grab my phone to message him.

Imogen: Can I open these here or is something going to jump out at me?

Ben: Yes. And nothing will jump out. I promise.

I tear open the biggest one first and my heart literally stops at the logo on the front. Louboutin’s. Real Louboutin’s and not a pair of fakes from the market.

“Holy crap,” I whisper as I pull one out.

The black ankle boots are suede in material, but the stiletto heel is all dark glitter. And I can’t believe I’m actually debating whether to put them in a glass case and put them on display. They’re beautiful.

I notice a card on the other shoe, so I place the one I have in my hand gently back in its place and pick it up.

Before you begin to panic about what you think these boots cost, don’t worry about it. I bumped into Cole and Emily, who were with River and Harriet. They saw me scowling at a fake pair, and once Harriett and Emily pointed to which ones you’d like, River had contacted his designer friend, and before I knew it, they had a pair with your name on and they didn’t cost me a year’s rent.

I couldn’t lose the smile even if I tried. He gets me. He really gets me. And my resolve is threatening to break. I want to say fuck it to whatever is holding him back, and just take whatever he will give me.

I grab the next package, this one in a smaller box. Inside is a bracelet, and the diamond rhinestones sparkle under the light. It’s beautiful.

I very carefully place it back into the box and grab the next one, which is the same shape as the jewellery box but taller.

I rip it open and burst out laughing, but quickly quiet down in case someone is watching me. They’ll put two and two together instantly because I’m holding a rubber duck with a shower cap on.

Instead of messaging him, I meet his gaze and mouth, ‘thank you’. He lifts his chin, a smug smirk on his lips, so I pick out the last present.

On the front is another card and I flip it open.

This one you might want to open out of view. Hopefully you’ll give me a chance to see you in it.

I clench my thighs together as I open it. I don’t pull it out but I can see what it is. A silk lingerie gown with a pair of briefs.

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