Sweet Sixteen

"These are cool, right?" he asked, searching my face.

"Very cool," I responded sincerely, putting the black one on my wrist. Salvatore made a noise, obviously perturbed I hadn't put on a pair of socks, so I hurriedly did.

"Sixteen watches, all in different colors." He helped me open the rest. My bed held a rainbow of watches, and I wondered what I'd do with them all.

"I think there might be a theme to the gifts," I said, glancing at each of the guys.

They all agreed with "yes," and "of course."

My smile was so big it hurt my cheeks.

"Told you it was a great idea," Daniel said.

For the next half hour, I opened presents, the delicious-looking food forgotten. It didn't matter. I wouldn't have enjoyed it anyway, and I think they all knew it.

Each brother gave me sixteen of something.

Dorian gave me shirts.

They were new and made for women, but still had old eighties memorabilia on the front with musicians like Def Leppard and TV show characters like the Smurfs. A yellow shirt had a smile