“How thoughtful, Nicholas. That’s lovely,” Grey says hesitantly. She has no idea how monumental this is. “Who’s next?”
After everyone finishes opening their gifts, I excuse myself to the restroom. I barely close the door behind me before the tears start. How can he be so cold one minute and then give me the gift of a lifetime the next? I thought that the cufflinks were a good idea. The night that he spent at my house, he told me all about how he’s a giant history buff and did a thesis on Churchill in college that got published in all kinds of papers. I scrub the wetness off of my cheeks. So what if he didn’t like my gift? Everyone else seemed thrilled, so screw him. I pat my face with a cold cloth and take several deep breaths. No one likes a weak b***h.
My eyes are a little red, but ove
