The necklace was heavier than it looked. Adrian hand slid across my neck in a soft teasing motion that made heat pool in my lower belly. That was definitely intentional. He did the earrings next replacing the one I was wearing with the simple delicate piece. Others watched with envy and poorly hidden curiosity, their eyes lingering on the effortless intimacy between us more than the jewelry itself.
When he finally clasped the bracelet around my wrist, I took out a small mirror from my bag and looked at my reflection.
"What do you think?" He asked leaning back.
"It's perfect," I whispered, my fingers hovering over the piece, afraid to touch it.
Adrian's hands settled on my shoulders, his thumbs tracing the bare skin above the necklace's upper edge. His eyes met mine in the mirror, dark
