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.