Page 2 of Joker
Just the sight of him standing at my door had my knees feeling weak.
“You look beautiful,” he grizzles. His voice makes my stomach do somersaults.
“Thank you,” I murmur nervously.
He takes my hand and leads me out to his truck. Sliding onto the seat, he closes my door and makes his way around the truck.
Jumping in, I ask him, “Where are we going?”
He looks over to me with his gorgeous brown eyes, winks, and says, “It’s a surprise,” laughing as he put the truck in drive and pulls away from the curb.
A short while later, he turns off the road and down this rough track between the trees, woods on either side. We drive until coming to a clearing that opens up with the most amazing view. We seem to be high up, and the view across to the sunset is breathtaking. Jason turns the truck around, so the bed of the truck is facing the view. Jumping out, I walk through the long grass to get a better look.
Not sure how long I had been standing there, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me and his breath near my ear.
“It’s beautiful,” I exclaim, not taking my eyes off the sunset.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he whispers back.
We stand for a little while longer, just enjoying his arms around me and the view. “Ready for your surprise?” he asked.
“Oh my God, is this not the surprise?”
He chuckles and replies, “Too fucking cute, babe.”
Grabbing my hand, he leads me back toward the truck. I notice for the first time that in the bed of the truck, he had laid a blanket out and some cushions against the cab. There’s also a picnic basket. He helps me climb into the bed, and we get comfy against the cab.
He starts to empty the basket of all my favorite foods. I couldn’t believe he had gone to so much effort and actually paid attention to what I liked. He smiles at me as he hands me a drink, and we tuck into the food.
Once we had finished eating, we laid back and relaxed. With my head on his chest and his arms around me, I truly think I am in heaven. He runs his fingers, trailing them up and down my arm, slowly and softly. His touch is so gentle.
Breaking the peace, he asks, “You want your present now?”
I look up at him, confused. “Is this not my present?”
He chuckled and pulled a black velvet jewelry box out of the picnic basket and handed it to me. My hands shook as I reached to take the box from him.
“Open it,” he encouraged.
Shaking, I untied the white ribbon that was wrapped around the box and lifted the lid. Inside was a beautiful silver charm bracelet with 16 charms attached. I lifted it out of the box to get a better look. Inside the box were also two letter J charms, a heart charm, and a motorbike charm.
Taking the bracelet from my hands, he asked, “Do you like it?”
Looking him straight in the eye, I could see his panic.
“Oh, Jay, I love it,” I croaked, my throat clogged with emotion. Besides the necklace from Dad, it’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me.
His face lit up with that amazing smile of his.
“I’m so glad you like it,” he says as he adds the charms explaining each to me.
“The two Js are for Johnny and me. The heart is because you own my heart, and the bike means you can always ride free.”
I can feel the tears threatening to drop. He’s put so much thought into my present. He places the bracelet around my wrist and fastens it, his finger strokes up my arms, and he places a kiss on my hand.
“Did you mean it?” I asked tentatively. He looks at me, confused.
“Did I mean what?”
