"Quickly, but first..." She held out her hand for his, the weight of the moment heavy on her lungs. "Let me see." It was phrased as a request, but Regina didn't think she could move from the bed without running her fingers over his wrist and the new bracelet together. Like him when he bit her and couldn't stop running his fingers over the mark, at once possessive and adoring.

The rest could wait until later--the sexy teasing, the playtime, the champagne, making love, kissing him and being kissed until they both looked like they'd been eating cherry popsicles, lying on his chest with his hands in her hair talking about nothing and everything, just being together... it could wait until they'd buried the box, and before that, until she saw and touched the proof of their love on his wrist.