“Turn the damn light on then.”
So I do. I reach up and flick the overhead lamp on, then stare down at the black velvet pouch, concentrating on the size and texture of it.
Of this gift from him.
I glance up at Zeke, and I think he’s…
Blushing.
Honest-to-god blushing.
Shakes his head and turns away, staring out the window into my dark neighborhood.
Biting down on my lower lip, I return to the task at hand, drawing at the gold strings on the black velvet bag. Pluck it open with nimble fingers. Dip inside, index finger and thumb hooking the delicate gold bangle I know will be inside. Slide it gently out until it’s lying flat on my palm.
Lift it to my face to study it in the dim light.
It’s a bracelet from tonight’s silent auction.
Together, Linda and I had strolled the room, considering each auction item one at a time like we were actually considering buying them: “That would be fun!” Linda declared about a weekend waterpark getaway. “I’ll wear my new suit!”
“Now what on earth would I do with all of that?” she’d asked when we walked past a barbequing set. “Guess I’ll have to get a fancy new apron!”
Then, we’d come to the beauty and apparel items. Spa retreats. Nail salon vouchers. Scarves and handcrafted necklaces.
The bracelet.
My fingers go to the charm dangling from the thin band of gold, the stamped icon precisely as I knew it would be.
Two-sided disk, gold and silver, a sunflower bursting open on one side. The words Everything happens for a reason on the other.
I remember exactly what the auction description of the bracelet said, because Linda and I had studied it closely.
A surprising strength, this optimistic flower rises up from the ground, turning its petals toward the sun. It breathes life into all in its presence. Bright. Radiates happiness. Colorful petals and resilient roots. The sunflower gives others the encouragement to seek joy, even on the gloomiest days. Celebrate your power; it grows from that ever-positive light within you.
I remember what I said when I straightened after reading the blurb: “I wish I had the money to bid on it.”
She must have told Zeke I’d fallen in love with it.
“I love it, Zeke.” I breathe deeply. “I love it.”
And I do.
Not only because I’ve never received a gift for absolutely no reason, but because it’s so beautiful. It represents a part of my life I hope to embody: shiny, new, and full of symbolism. Like the rest of the bangles lining my wrist, this one too tells a piece of my story. Positive is how I live. Take the wheel. Zodiac. Guardian angel.
My eyes squeeze shut as I clasp the charm in a clenched fist, the metal warming to my touch; I saw the bids for this imitation gold trinket, saw how expensive it was.
It’s not even real precious metal and it was going for an outrageous amount of money.
Before I can stop it from escaping, a single wet tear glides out the corner of my eye and down my cheek.
I wipe it away.
“Thank you.”
Zeke grumbles in reply, the sound rumbling from his chest as he reaches up and flips off the overhead light.
My palm opens and I push the shiny new bracelet over my knuckles, easing it onto my wrist; I admire it alongside the others. They cling and clang and shine in the dim light suspended above us.
Then, before I actually think about what I’m doing, my body leans toward his big body, propelled by the heart pounding wildly inside my chest, until my lips encounter the bristly side of his cheek.
“Thank you,” I whisper faintly into the shell of his ear, mouth stalling there. Brushing the skin of his lobe. Tip of my nose giving him a sniff, colliding with his temple.
Zeke stiffens from surprise—or because of the invasion of his personal space—but doesn’t shrug away when my lips press to meet his jaw for another brief, spontaneous kiss.
I simply cannot help myself. I simply cannot move away.
He lowers his hands from the steering column of his truck, letting them fall heavily to his lap. Runs the tips of his fingers up and down the black fabric seam of his dress pants, up and over his thighs.
Zeke turns his head the slightest fraction of an inch, just enough so that our faces are inches apart.
His habitually harsh gaze roams my face, settling on my plum-stained lips, gray eyes softening, wrinkling at the corners.
“You’re welcome, I guess,” his bottomless voice rumbles, vibrating, breath all pepperminty.
I don’t know who moves first, and I swear—this wasn’t my intention. I don’t mean to, but suddenly we’re—
“Violet.” He sighs the question of my name into my mouth as my eyelids slide closed, our lips touching. Briefly, hesitating. The barest whisper of contact sizzles in the space between the soft skin of his lower lip and mine. A long, charged quiver that lingers deep within my spine, compelling us both to fuse our mouths together.
Zeke Daniels shivers.
It’s positively electric.
Chaste kisses. Kisses that make sweet…kissing sounds.
Once, twice. Again.
But then…
Our mouths open and it’s not so chaste. Not so sweet. His tongue, my tongue. Tenderly. Hungrily. And oh god, his hands are in my hair, gently caressing and tugging at the silky strands lying in an artful blonde cascade over my shoulders. Rubbing them between the tips of his fingers.
He twists that strong torso at the waist so his giant palms are cupping my face, gentle thumbs stroking the tears of joy off of my flaming hot cheek as he kisses any sense I might have had left right out of me. So sweetly another tear escapes.