"He glances at me before releasing my hand and caressing my knee. I'm wearing a short, full blue and white skirt, and a blue, fitted sleeveless shirt.
He clasps that hand, too turning it gently over to examine my wrist. The platinum Omega watch he gave me at breakfast on our first morning in London obscures the red line. The inscription still makes me swoon.
You Are My More
My Love, My Life
Christian holds open the platinum bracelet he's just purchased. It's exquisite, so delicately crafted, the filigree in the shape of small abstract flowers with small diamonds at their hearts. He fastens it around my wrist. It's wide and cufflike and hides the red marks."