“My sister practically raised me after our parents died. She would be so disappointed that I left home, moved across the country for a man who turned out to be an asshole.”
“Don’t forget he was a lying asshole.”
“I can’t even place the entire blame on him. What kind of therapist blows up her life like this?”
“You’re a human being first and human beings make mistakes.”
“Thanks.”
“What did he die from?”
I whip my head around. “What?”
“Just wondering what the dickhead died from.”
“It was an aneurysm.”
He turns up his lips. “Eh, so a quick death.”
“Oh my god, Dak!”
“Sorry,” he chuckles as he grabs my hand, interlocking his fingers into mine.
I freeze for a moment as I wait for my jumpy stomach to settle.
Hot, sweaty sex is one thing.
Holding hands is another.
“So, where are we going today?” I ask him, trying to remain as nonchalant as I can about it.
“You wanted somewhere private.”
“For obvious reasons.”
“So, I made an arrangement.”
“What kind of arrangement?” I ask excitedly.
“You’re as bad as Bella. You’re just going to have to wait.”
“Fine,” I huff and cross my arms in front of me.
“Don’t be like that. Why don’t you open the glove compartment? I got a little something for you.”
“I can’t accept–”
“Just open it.”
There’s a small rectangular box in the glove compartment with delicate pink floral wrapping paper around it.
I unwrap the package reluctantly, not sure that I should be accepting a gift from Dak, but I can tell how happy he is, anxiously waiting for me to open it.
It’s a red velvet box.
“Is this jewelry?”
“You must have been infuriating on Christmas Day,” he jokes. “Can you just open it, please?”
