Eight Years For Loving You.
She mumbled, her voice muffled by his shirt.
He lifted her chin up, his thumb brushing her lip. “ I think you are braver than you know”. Then he kissed her, slowly and gently, and for a moment the world was just theirs. When he pulled back, he pressed a small box into her hands. “For you, wear it tonight”.
Inside the box was a necklace, a silver paintbrush pendant, the tiny diamonds catching the streetlight. Her throat felt dry, “Adrian this is too much”.
“Nothing is too much for you”. He wore it around her neck, his fingers lingering. “Come to the gala just for a bit, I need you there”.
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