Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Something catches my eye, and seeing a round black table with a gift on it, more excitement pours through me.
“What do we have here?” Santiago says as he pulls me closer to the table. “Mhh…looks like a gift for you.”
A wide smile spreads around my mouth, my gaze darting between his face and the box wrapped in shiny gold paper.
“Open it,” he encourages me while letting go of my hand.
I step closer, and picking up the gift, I carefully peel the tape off before removing the paper. The box is made of black velvet, and when I lift the lid, the smile drops from my face.
I stare at the teardrop diamond earrings, an intense emotion filling my heart.
Santiago steps closer, and picking up one, he lifts it to my ear and gently puts it on for me. He does the same with the other earring, then takes a step back to look at me.
“Perfect,” he murmurs.
I close the distance between us, and placing my hand on his shoulder, I lift onto my tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you so much. They’re beautiful.”
His hand grips my hip, and he gives me a squeeze. “Not half as beautiful as you.”
Feeling flattered, I step back.
He takes the box from me and places it on the table, saying, “It will be taken to your room. Come, there’s still a lot to see.”
I hook my arm through his and lift my other hand to my earlobe to touch the diamond.
They match the ring.
The smile is glued to my face as we wander down the path, and when we walk around a bend, there’s another table with a gift.
“Santiago,” I gasp, my eyes flying to his face. “You didn’t have to.”
“Oh yes, I did.” He tips his head at the table. “Open it.”
I pick up the flat square gift and pull the paper off. It’s another velvet box, and my heart starts beating faster as I slowly lift the lid.
“Oh my god,” I gasp as I stare at the necklace made entirely of diamonds. “This must’ve cost you a fortune!”
Santiago picks up the stunning piece of jewelry, and when he clips it around my neck, I get to take a breath of his cologne with his chest near my face.
Before he can step back to see what the necklace looks like on me, I wrap my arms around his waist and press my face to his shirt. “Thank you so much.”
He brushes his hand up and down my back, and when I pull away, he grins at me and taps his finger against his cheek.
Letting out a chuckle, I stand on my tiptoes again and press a kiss to his cheek.
When I lower myself back to my feet, he reaches for my chest and adjusts the two necklaces. “You were made to wear diamonds.”
My self-esteem gets another boost, and feeling happier than I’ve been in a very long time, I hook my arm through his again.
I hear the roar of the ocean, and when we approach another bend in the path, I expect to see the beach, but there’s another table.
This time, I pull away from Santiago, and letting out a burst of happy laughter, I pick up the gift and turn to look at him. “I want to guess what’s in this one.”
“You can try,” he chuckles. “I’ll give you three guesses, but what do I get if you’re wrong?”
I think for a moment, then ask, “What do you want?”
His expression turns almost predatory, and it has my stomach doing wild cartwheels. “That’s a very dangerous question to ask me. You know what I want.”
Me.
I look down at the gift while thinking of a way to compromise until I’m ready to take the big step with him. I suck in a deep breath, then looking at him again, I ask, “I can give you a kiss?”
Tilting his head, he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, and the hot sight has my mouth dropping open.
Holy crap.
He narrows his eyes again, then says, “On the mouth.”
When I nod, he raises an eyebrow at me. “I want to hear the words, mi sol. Verbal consent is a big thing with me.”
There’s a burst of respect in my chest, and it makes it so much easier to say, “Yes, I’ll give you a kiss on the mouth.”
He inhales deeply, then gestures at the gift. “What do you think it is?”
I look at the shape and shake it, but there’s no sound. Thinking he probably got me a set of diamonds, I say, “It’s a bracelet.”
He lets out a sigh. “Lucky guess.”
Chuckling, I quickly open the gift, and seeing the tennis bracelet, I begin to feel emotional. Dad got me one with smaller diamonds for my eighteenth birthday, but I lost it.
“You don’t like it?” Santiago asks.