I tilted my head. "A gift?"
"Mhm. I was saving it for a more fitting event, but…" He trailed off, licking his bottom lip while eyeing me like I was dessert. "Now I'm not so sure I can wait to see you wear it."
That gave me pause. A dangerous pause.
"Wait. Hold on—what kind of gift are we talking about?"
He leaned back, arms draped lazily across the back of his chair. "The kind that'll make me want to cancel the wedding invite altogether and keep you locked inside for a month."
My stomach flipped. "Kael—"
"I found it in a boutique on the street, waiting," he went on, delighting in my visible panic. "Red. Silk. Barely there. The kind of thing you wear only once… if at all."
I swallowed. "I changed my mind. Forget the party. I'm not wearing anything you give me ever again."
He smirked. "Too late. Now I'm excited. You're going to wear it."
"No I'm not!"
"You are," he said, his tone dipping into something far too satisfied. "You will. And you'll like how much I like it."
