Page 60 of Our Broken Pieces
He scowls at me. “I forgot to take clothes in with me and wanted to be decent.”
I cross the room as he goes to his suitcase. I stop at the bathroom door, turning around to see the curve of his perfect ass giving me a teasing glimpse from under the towel.
“Your ass looks pretty decent from here, prince.”
He turns back to look at me, then twists to look at his backside. He rolls his eyes and holds the towel to him. “Go get ready, Genevieve, and leave my ass out of it.”
I laugh and close the bathroom door behind me.
We had a great lunch at a little diner on the outskirts of town, and now we’re slowly going in and out of shops. Marcus’s dad stayed back at the house, and I’m not mad about it. Everyone has been in a lighter mood, and I’m sure if his dad had joined us, it would have been a struggle.
We walk into a small jewelry shop and Marcus looks like his skin is crawling while his mom oohs and awes over the selection of necklaces. I’m looking at the bracelets when he walks to my side. An employee comes up to the case.
“If you would like to see anything, let me know.”
I smile. “Thanks.”
They begin to walk away when Marcus stops them. “There’s something I’d like to see, if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, which one?” They unlock the display.
Marcus points at a gold bracelet with a small tiara charm attached. I hadn’t even noticed it, distracted by some of the bolder pieces. “That one there.”
The employee pulls it from the case, setting it on the glass. Marcus takes it out of the velvet box. “Let me see your wrist, princess.”
I hold out my left arm, and he places it around my wrist, closing the clasp. He adjusts it so the charm is visible.
“Do you like it?”
I look at the charm sparkling with clear stones. “I love it.”
Marcus turns back to the employee. “We’ll take it.” He digs out his wallet, handing them his card.
“Prince, you don’t need to do this.”
He lifts my arm, placing his lips on the inside of my wrist. “But it looks too perfect on you to leave it behind.”
I look into his eyes, and he smiles. Fuck, that smile gets me every time. Having a moment of courage, I raise on my toes, placing my hand on his jaw and kiss him. “Thank you.”
He tucks a curl behind my ear. “You’re welcome. Just make sure you wear it every day.”
“I will.”
He nods and signs the receipt. I rub the chain in between my fingertips, not being able to take my eyes off the charm. I might want to cry; a man has never bought me jewelry.
Everyone is in the kitchen, all of us given a duty by Marcus’s mom to get dinner ready. His family has such an odd dynamic. The two boys are so close, they treat their mom like a queen and she’s so sweet with them, then their father exists on the outside. Like he’s here, but he’s not. And every time he enters a room, everyone’s demeanor changes. It’s almost hard to keep up with.
We place the last dishes of food on the table and everyone sits down when Billy Bob enters the room.
“Dinner smells good, Claire.”
“Thank you, dear. Everyone helped.”
“Gigi, too?” He looks at me.
Claire smiles at me. “She made the mashed potatoes.”
“I see.”
