How To Fail at Flirting

by Denise Williams

I took the package, glancing between him and the gift. “You brought me a present just because?” I asked again, awed. He climbed back in bed next to me, his expression gleeful. “Open it.” I dragged my nail under the paper and pulled out a package of brightly colored pencils with my name embossed on them in gold lettering. They were the kind I always hoped for as a kid. I met his grin, and my heart did somersaults. “Where did you find these?” He shrugged. “I have a guy.” “You have a pencil guy?” I ran my fingers over the embossing, tracing my name. The gift was perfect.

Okay, who never found their name on a pencil as a kid? I raise my hand high in the air and earlier Naya shares this with Jake earlier in the book. One of my favorite love languages to write into books is giving gifts and after writing this, all I want is for someone to give me pencils with my name on them. What's the most thoughtful gift someone has given you? Or what's the most thoughtful gift you've given someone else? For me, it's usually the small gifts like that are most meaningful.