reach for her left hand and intertwine our fingers. Her diamond tracking bracelet catches my eye, and I smile to myself. If I were less…well, like myself, I’d tell her about the hidden microchip disguised as one of the diamonds, but I don’t want to run the risk of her taking it off. It’s not like I plan on stalking her location constantly—I do have other important things to do with my day—but the ability to check on her at all times fills me with relief.
idk how to feel abt this
