Heart-shaped.
I tilted my head, studying the waffles, then the way both men were watching me with barely contained excitement.
“What’s today?” I asked slowly.
“February fourteenth,” Lex said, way too casually.
My stomach dropped. “Oh my God. It’s Valentine’s Day.”
“Sure is,” Majesty confirmed, stealing a strawberry off my plate and popping it in his mouth.
“I didn’t… I don’t have anything for you guys.” Panic fluttered in my chest. “I completely forgot. I’m so sorry, I should have…”
“Hey.” Majesty caught my chin gently, turning me to face him. “Baby, breathe. We know you forgot.”
“That’s kind of the point,” Lex added. “You’ve never really celebrated it, have you?”
I shook my head, feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment. Valentine’s Day had always been just another day. My past boyfriends either ignored it completely or made half-hearted gestures that felt more obligatory than romantic. I’d learned to expect nothing, to not even track the date. My ex-fiancé and I had celebrated it, it was wonderful, but that was even more reason why I’d blocked out the day.
“I have, but…” I sighed, not wanting to go back down that path. “I’d rather forget it.”
“Then this is your first Valentine’s Day that you’ll want to remember,” Majesty said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “And we’re going to make it memorable.”
“We planned everything,” Lex assured me. “All you have to do is relax and let us spoil you.”
“I’m not good at being spoiled,” I admitted.
Majesty grinned. “That’s why we’re going to enjoy every second of teaching you.”
After breakfast, they insisted I shower and put on the soft robe hanging in the bathroom. It was new, I realized, in a deep burgundy that felt like heaven against my skin. When I emerged,they were waiting in the living room, looking far too pleased with themselves.
“Sit,” Lex instructed, patting the couch between them.
On the coffee table sat two wrapped boxes. One large, one small.
“The small one first,” Majesty said.
My hands shook slightly as I unwrapped the tissue paper. Inside was a delicate silver necklace with three interlocking circles. One rose gold, one white gold, and one yellow gold. Each circle was distinct but connected, impossible to separate.
“It’s us,” Lex said quietly. “Three individuals, three different strengths, but intertwined. Each piece makes the whole stronger.”
I couldn’t speak around the lump in my throat. Majesty took the necklace and fastened it around my neck, his fingers gentle against my skin.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
“Now the big one,” Lex urged.
I tore into the larger box to find the most beautiful leather bag I’d ever seen. Rich burgundy leather, my initials embossed on the front in gold, with multiple compartments and pockets inside.
“For your toy collection,” Majesty explained. “We noticed you’ve been using that canvas shopping bag to carry your stuff. This is... more appropriate.”
I ran my fingers over the butter-soft leather, then noticed something tucked in the front pocket. A set of leather cuffs—clearly custom-made, lined with the softest suede, with D-rings attached, and…
“Our babygirl…” I whispered, reading the stitching. I sniffed, trying not to let the burning sensation in my eyes progress to waterfalls.
A small card was attached in Majesty’s bold handwriting:For tonight. Wear nothing else.
Heat flooded through me. “Tonight?”
