Mitch holds my gaze, her smile fading…. Then as she opens the box, her jaw drops. “Jeez…. Larry….”
“Do you like it? I thought it would suit you.”
“It's beautiful. I…. I don't know what to say.”
“Let me put it on you.” Reaching around her, I unclip Conners’ trinket, then fasten the clasp of my own gift, adjusting it to lie properly.
Steering her to face the mirror, “See,” I murmur, “it does suit you.”
Mitch stares at her reflection, reaching to touch the heavy collar at her neck. White gold gleams pale and emeralds glint a hint of the sea, matching the reflection in the green of her eyes.
Behind her I sweep her hair to one side, kissing the skin. Fingering at the clasp of the zipper to her dress I slide it down between her shoulders and the silken jade fabric parts to reveal pale perf
