I put the bracelet around my wrist. Travis helped with the clasp, and then he fiddled with his phone for a moment, setting it on a small table a few feet away. He placed my hands on his shoulders, and then the music began to play. It was the song we danced to at my birthday party the year before.
“I had no idea,” I said.
“What?”
“That you were so sentimental.”
“Yes you did.”
I leaned my head against his shoulder, happy that this time I could kiss him when the song was over. Once the music stopped and I touched my lips to his, I handed him a plain, red sack. “I should have given you this first. The bracelet is a hard act to follow.”
“It doesn’t matter what it is, Pigeon. You’ve already given me everything I’ve ever wanted.”