Luka
“You didn’t have to, Caleb.” I could feel myself blushing.
“I know.” He looked over his shoulder with a smile as he walked toward a storage closet in the fitness room. I looked at him in the mirror to see the elegance of his stride, especially when he was at a relaxed pace. It was so rare.
It was a small box, wrapped with dark blue wrapping paper with ribbon. I unwrapped it methodically, not wanting to rip it. It was so beautiful.
“You don’t have to worry about ripping it. The wrapping paper isn’t a present.”
“Oh, really? Thank you.” I stuck out my tongue flirtatiously.
Once I got the wrapping paper off, it was in one of those thick paper boxes, the kind Sofia’s jewelry came in when Declan got it for her. What if it was a ring? Any jewelry would be nice. Or a barette, may
