"Open it," Neville said.
Grayson looked at the box for a second before reaching out and lifting the lid.
The pearls caught the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Against the black velvet, they practically glowed; each one was like a tiny captured moon. The iridescent threading between them throws faint prismatic sparks on Grayson's fingers.
Grayson didn't have much change on his expression aside from the wide eyes as he looked at this pearl bracelet in silence.
"This is too much," he said quietly.
Neville smiled and lightly said, "It's not much at all."
"Neville," Grayson said aloud with a slightly reprimanding tone. "If you're giving me this because of the things I bought for you, you don't have to."
Neville had already expected that Grayson would say something along these lines. He leaned one hip against the edge of the desk and shrugged. "You took my gem and turned it into a necklace. I figured we should have something that matches. So, I had this made for you."
