“My watch. The one that you’re wearing,” I blurt. “I bought it, not Aunt Elsa, and now, I don’t want you to wear it anymore. Give it back!” He glances back at me, his voice deep, smooth, and cryptic. “No.” “I told you I’m the one who had it made.” “I know. Mum mentioned that a couple of years ago. It’s mine now and I don’t give away what’s mine.” “I thought I was yours, too, at some point, but you had no issue giving up on me.”
Girl please
