Love Bet
She let out a slow, shaky breath, stepped forward, and pressed her forehead against mine.
"Thank you," she murmured.
Those two words wrecked me.
Because this wasn’t just about the watch.
This was about her letting herself have it.
Letting herself accept that maybe, just maybe, she was allowed to be loved like this.
That was the real gift.
I tilted her chin up, brushing my lips over hers, slow, deliberate, sealing something between us that neither of us could ever take back.
"Happy birthday, sweetheart," I murmured.
And when she kissed me back—