Claimed

He reached for the box and Kelsey let him take it. He lifted out the delicately woven work of art, which glinted in the setting sun. Michael placed the bracelet around Kelsey’s wrist and closed the clasp.

Kelsey held out her arm to admire the beautiful bracelet, her heart light with happiness. “Thank you, Michael. This is the best present I’ve ever gotten.”

“I’m glad you like it, Kelsey. It reminds me of you—delicate, but strong.”

He leaned close and whispered with tender urgency, “Marry me, Kelsey. It doesn’t have to be now, but someday, please, marry me. Say that you will?”

Kelsey turned her head so their noses were touching. Michael didn’t pull away, and neither did she.

“I will,” she replied softly.

“Thank you, Kelsey.” Michael grinned broadly. “That’s the best present I ever got.”