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"Yes sir," he tells me. He's stealing my phrases but it tickles my pickle.
"That's too much. Thank you, Sugar, but I can't take it-"
"You don't even know what the hell is in the box," he interrupts me.
"I can't even pronounce the name on the front of thatvelvetbox. That's too expensive," I hold my heart.
"It cost me two bucks," he lies straight to my face. He opens it and an absolutely gorgeous necklace lays inside it perfectly. I gasp softly. The chain of the necklace is the cleanest platinum silver I'll probably ever see. The part that makes my eyes water again is the solitaire diamond pendant that rests against the dark blue velvet padding of the case.
It's perfect. It's simple and absolutely gorgeous.
"Grey this is too much," I keep my hand on my heart. He sits the case on the top of the dresser and he picks the necklace up gently.
"Turn around," he tells me. I point my finger at him.
"I cannot."
"You don't like it?" he asks.
"I love it. Oh my gosh, I love it but-"
"Then turn your ass around," he tells me again. I give him the I'm-about-to-make-a-run-for-it look and he narrows his eyes. He picks up on that look.
I'm tackled by my third step onto the bed. He leans me up against the backboard and straddles me, but keeping his weight off me. He unclasps the necklace and there's no point in me struggling.
"It's too expensive, Grey," I whisper and he only flits his eyes up to mine for a quick enough second to give me a little smile.
"Your ass deserves the world; this isn't anything," he reaches around my neck. It takes him a few seconds but he finally gets it clasped back.
I love how his compliments are always sohim.
"If I can't put a diamond on your finger yet, then one's going to be one around your neck," he tells me sternly before leaning down and giving my lips a soft kiss.
"I love you, Sugar."
"I loveyou,Lilah."
"Oh!" I suddenly remember, "We have to wake up Bear to give him his toys!"
"He can wait," he grumbles.
"Nuh-uh, he's a Santa Claus enthusiast, he needs his presents asap," I nod and Grey only rolls his eyes, moving off of me.
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? Grey ?
Bear lays on the floor, all the toys and bones Azalea says Santa Claus got for him surrounding him.
From beside me, Azalea sits with her eyes trained on Bear. She loves that damn dog more than she loves me.
Her hand fiddles with the necklace that sits around her neck. Abby was half behind the necklace. I wanted to get her something. I've been wanting to get her something but I didn't know what. She deserves more than just a couple thousand dollar necklace. But I know if I got her anything bigger, she'd not talk to me for at least ten minutes.
I don't think I can go that long without hearing her voice. Ever since she's moved in the longest I've gone without hearing her voice with her beside me had to have been at least five minutes.
Goddamn, she's talkative.
"Guess what?" she rolls her head over to me and I'm placed in a trance upon seeing her looking over at me like she loves me. I don't think I'll ever get used to that look she gives me.
