It’s platinum with a pear-shaped pink diamond and a single row of round brilliant white diamonds hugging it.
I think I may have just died and gone to girlie heaven.
I’d sell my Grandma to have this ring that’s how amazing it is. Of course I’d never tell her that, she’d have my hide if I did.
My eyes scan around for a price for the ring, but there isn’t one, which means it’s ridiculously expensive.
Like I could have ever afforded it anyway. I can’t even afford moderately priced Tiffany’s. Not even cheap Tiffany’s, if there is such a thing.
That ring will be worth more than I can earn in a lifetime.
“See anything you like?” Jake says in a husky voice from behind me.
Without thinking, I say in my still dreamy state, “Look at that ring, it’s so beautiful,” pointing my finger to it.
Then I realise, smack bang, how it will look to Jake that I’m standing here, gazing dreamy eyed at pink diamond rings, which actually looks a lot like an engagement ring, and I’m pointing said ring out to him, in a dreamy sounding voice.
I’m such a girl at times.
“Um … I mean it’s nice, you know, as rings go … so did you get what you came for?” I ask, abruptly changing the subject.
I turn away from the dream ring to face him.
“I did.” He pats his jacket pocket looking pretty happy with himself.
Jake looks absolutely delicious tonight. And very smart. He’s dressed in blue jeans, but he’s wearing a shirt and a suit jacket with them. It shouldn’t work but it does on him, and he looks so very hot.
I’m wearing my sleeveless, floral print dress. It’s fitted at the waist, and has a cut out back. It’s pretty, with a real sexiness about it. I’ve teamed it with my cream heels. And my hair is down and curly, just as Jake likes it.
He takes hold of my hand and opening the door for me, I exit first, leaving Tiffany’s.
“Bye sparkly,” I murmur quietly to myself.
“What did you say?” Jake asks.
“Um … what? Nothing.” My face flushes scarlet, and I quick march to the car, leaving Jake to chuckle softly behind me.
I’ve just got in the car and put my seatbelt on, when I turn to Jake, wondering why he hasn’t started the car yet and see a Tiffany’s box sitting on the armrest separating me and him.
My heart does a little dance in my chest.
I look from the box to him.
“I got you a little something,” he says, looking, surprisingly nervous.
“Is that what you went in there to pick up?”
“Uh huh,” he nods.
“What is it?” My insides are doing cartwheels at the moment, but I’m keeping a poker face on. I don’t want to come across as the girlie idiot I truly am.
He smiles, chuckling lightly. “Open it and find out.”
I reach forward and pick the box up. Cracking it open, I find inside the most beautiful necklace I’ve ever seen. Ever.
It’s a platinum heart locket pendant, with a heart shaped diamond set in the centre.
I can’t believe he bought me this. I think I may actually cry.
“It’s so beautiful, Jake,” I breathe.
“Open it up,” he points his chin at the locket.
I remove the locket from the box, putting it back down on the armrest. Then using my fingernail, I pop the locket open.
I gasp. The smile on my face has just reached maximum size.
“Your dad sent me the picture,” he says, looking shy. I love shy Jake. “The other is from the after show party in Sweden.”
Printed inside the locket are two pictures of Jake and I. One from when we were toddlers. We must be three years old max, and the other is from the after show party in Sweden like he said.
Overcome with emotion, I launch myself at him. Kissing him hard and passionately on the mouth, knotting my fingers into his hair, holding him to me. Jake kisses me back as equally passionate, his hand cupped around the back of my neck, holding me to him, his tongue roaming my mouth, moving with mine.
“So you like it then?” he whispers into my mouth as our kissing slows.
“I love it, and I love you.”
“Birthday present number three,” he murmurs, brushing my hair back off my face.
“I’m still yet to get you anything.”
“I got all my twelve the moment you agreed to be mine.”
“Who knew you were such a hopeless romantic, Jake Wethers.” Smiling, I trace my fingertip over his lips. The light bruise from his fight with Will still evident there.
It’s crazy to believe that was only yesterday morning. It feels like we’ve done so much together since then.
“Only with you I am. And I’m also horny twenty-four-seven.” He runs his hand up my thigh, pushing the hem of my dress up with his fingers.
“Again?” I say.
“Always.”
“Well we’re not doing it here, in the car on the street, Pervy Perverson.”
“Pervy Perverson?” Jake splutters out a laugh.
“Friends – you never watched?” I say at his puzzled expression.
“No, dork, I was too busy touring and earning a living, while you were bumming around at uni watching soaps.”
“Shut your face, and put my necklace on PP,” I grin at him.
Jake holds his hand out for the necklace, so I place it in his palm.
I turn away from him, moving my long hair away from my neck.
Jake places the cool metal around my neck, and catches the fastener at the back. His hands linger on my shoulders, and then I feel the touch of his warm lips on the nape of my neck.