I placed the ruby jewelry in her hand, watched her long fingers enclose it, and reach around me for an embrace. Her eyes shimmered with mystery and pleasure, as though she felt like precious jewelry herself, desired, rare. And proudly she put the ruby earrings delicately into her ear, and slowly turned her head from side to side, so that the gems refracted light, sparkling.
“How do I look?”
I knew that the lapidary had only done so much, that she really did wear them well and that if it weren’t for the way the gemstone jewelry sat on her soft ear lobes, under her silken brown tresses, they would be special, of course, but as they set, they were desirable. I wanted them for myself; in a bizarre fleeting twist of fancy, I wanted them for me, and by association, I wanted her.
“Beautiful.” She smiled, expecting nothing less. She would have like for me to’ve kept going, but I couldn’t give her anything more. At such a point, the only effective compliment would’ve been understatement, and with that I risked offending her. So I did the next best thing — I put my hands on her soft cheeks and passionately kissed her mouth.