The intensity in his eyes when he glanced at me stirred something in my soul. My other hand dug into the thick neckline of my soft pink oversized hoodie to produce the gleaming and expensive ruby necklace around my neck. "You already gave me a wedding gift, Neil." My voice was soft as I realized that the little but expensive gift I had given to him earlier made him so happy.
He shook his head. "That necklace is really special, Leila. But I have something else for you, that I’m sure you’ll love. Besides, who said you can only get one wedding gift?" His hand squeezed mine again as he looked forward. "You deserve the world, babe. And I’m going to give you everything I can, including giving you myself."
No. No, I don’t deserve you.
Guilt reared its ugly head and my conscience pricked at me, so I looked back at the car window. "You’re starting to make me feel like my gift is too small. You are here giving me so many things and I only got you a-"