She worried away at her bottom lip, only to beam at his reaction. "Yeah? I mean, I was hoping you'd enjoy it, considering the whole Starbucks shite, and you know, if it freaked you out...whatever, I thought they'd be fun," she blurted out the rest, stepping closer to him and leaning her weight on his shoulder. "Just think of what you'll get on your birthday, Michael."
Elisabeth's laugh was deep and she kissed his cheek, eying the cuffs over his shoulder. "There's only one key, too." But it wasn't in the box.