Of course, as soon as he mentions his actual high school number I feel a little dumb. I really had tried to remember but it's not like I can really search here and my memory just isn't good enough. I'm glad he doesn't find the number I chose weird or creepy in any way, at least, and when he slings his arm over my shoulders and kisses the side of my head, I feel my entire body go warm.

Goodness.

I don't really want to lean away from him but I do it anyway to reach for the smaller of the two boxes he's brought. Carefully, I unwrap it, lifting the lid of the box to find a beautiful leather jacket inside.

"Oh, wow," I breathe, laughing a little as I pull it out and hold it up to look at it. It's gorgeous, of course. Sleek and stylish and, well... sexy. The sort of jacket someone like me probably looks silly in, not that I won't wear it anyway. "Is this a pack jacket?" I ask, grinning over at him.