“But it’s not my birthday or anything,” he says confused. “Just open it,” she insists, as she passes him a package wrapped in thin paper. He’s amused by her excitement. Untying the string, he takes meticulous care in removing the paper off a small wooden box. Looking down into her sparkling hazel eyes, he smiles. Jiggling her knee anxiously, she feels like she’s about to explode. Sometimes, he just enjoys tormenting her, making her wait until she can’t stand the anticipation any longer. He tries to convince himself that he does it to teach her patience. The truth is, that sometimes, deep down inside him, he enjoys watching her squirm with need and desire. He likes the feeling he gets when he controls her pleasure. “Open it!” she says impatiently. Smiling at her, he lifts the lid of the box. Staring at the contents inside, his expression clears. He falls silent. “Say something,” she demands. Taking the shiny gold object out of the box, he gets emotional. His heart beats heavily in his chest.
