“These remind me of the day we met. Your eyes turned crimson when Pierre suggested you leave me at the scene. You didn’t realize I saw but I remember.” Sean looked into Armand’s eyes.
The jeweler interrupted, “Alpha, I have more fitting jewelry in the second tray.” He attempted to push the first tray away and substitute the second. Armand starred the jeweler down. “The Alpha Mate has made his selection.”
“Do you like these?” Sean asked hesitantly.
“I love them, the emeralds are the exact color of your beautiful eyes.”
“Would you like them in platinum or gold?” Mr. Blanc asked Sean.
Sean turned to Armand. “You pick…”
“The gold, it reminds me of the color of your hair.” Armand picked up a lock of Sean’s hair and tenderly kissed it. He turned to the jeweler, “Have them sized and delivered tomorrow.”