What I like about you

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"Happy one week, babe!" Ryder chirps from my front door.

"Oh."

I stand there, still holding the door open in my hands. Shocked.

People celebrate one week together?

I didn't get him a present!

"Happy...one week." I breath out.

He walks in and to the living room. Sitting on the couch, smiling childishly at me with a bag on his hand.
I slowly sit next to him, still shocked from this unexpected visit.

"I-I didn't get you a present." I say, ashamed and looking down at my hands.

He lifts up my chin.
"It's okay, you just being with me is a gift."

I feel my heart flutter, a smile forming on my lips.

"Awe. Thank you." I can't tame my smile.

He replicates one of his own, his pearly white teeth sparkling like in the movies. Those bright blue eyes boring into mine, his blonde hair nicely slicked back.

"Open it?" He hands me the bag, an excited look on his face.

I open the bag, taking out the tissue paper. There's a small box inside, velvet covering it.

I observe the box.

"What's this?" I softly laugh, curious about what's in the box.

Ryder gently takes the box from my hands.
He starts to slowly open it.

"I just thought that...since we're together, that I treat my girl." He smiles, finally revealing a beautiful diamond necklace.

My eyes almost pop out of my head at the sight.
It looks so expensive.

"Ryder...I can't..." I shake my head.

I can't accept something so valuable.

"Yes you can. Please." He starts taking the necklace out of the box.

He motions for me to turn around.
I comply.

I feel the cold chain hit my skin. The gorgeous pendant lying on my chest.

"There." Ryder breaths out.

I turn around to face him, admiring the amazing gift he gave me.

"Thank you. I love it." I whisper because of our close proximity.
"It's beautiful."

"Yes...you are." His voice is soft but husky as he starts to lean closer.

His minty breath fans my face, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
Our lips almost touching.

The anticipation kills me.
I feel his lips brush mine, an almost kiss. My eyes closed, heart racing.

Then a phone rings.

Ryder curses under his breath, reaching for his back pocket.

We break apart. He answers the call.

"What?"

He frowns.

"Yes, I'll be home later."

He rolls his eyes.

"Yes, Mom's making dinner."