Prompt: 097. gold hoop earrings
1. She clutched the box with the gold hoop earrings to her chest. “Thank you!”
A. She clutched the box with the gold hoop earrings to her chest. “Thank you!”
Though it felt a bit strange to be accepting expensive gifts from him, she’d admired the earrings in the store and wanted them with a desperate longing. To have them in her hands now… there was no way she was giving them back.
They belonged to her now.
2. Steve raised his eyebrows at Linda and nodded his head toward the baby in the stroller. She glanced down, and he saw her eyes widen when she saw the baby had gold hoop earrings in its earlobes.
A. Steve raised his eyebrows at Linda and nodded his head toward the baby in the stroller. She glanced down, and he saw her eyes widen when she saw the baby had gold hoop earrings in its earlobes. Then she looked back at him, her eyebrows drawing together as she gave him a sharp glare. “NO!” she mouthed forcefully.
He shrugged his shoulders with an innocent expression on his face. He’d learned some form of tact. He wasn’t planning on saying a word. Not now anyway. Later he would bend her ear off.
“What are you looking at?” a strident female voice demanded.
Flinching, Steve met the eyes of the baby’s mother. “Nothing,” he said.
“You were staring at my baby,” she said. “Are you a creep?”
“What? No. I’m not a creep.”
She snorted. “You seem like a creep.”
3. The gold hoop earrings had once belonged to his mother, which gave them a sentimental value he couldn’t ignore. Which is why he had his nipples pierced and the earrings became nipple rings that he never took out.
A. The gold hoop earrings had once belonged to his mother, which gave them a sentimental value he couldn’t ignore. Which is why he had his nipples pierced and the earrings became nipple rings that he never took out. It gave him comfort to think that he would never lose the earrings, not even if he had to run again.
They were a comforting weight against his chest as he went about his day-to-day life. He would finger them sometimes when he was alone, feeling out the shapes with his fingertips.
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