His Luck Ran Out

Summary

For my boyfriend’s birthday, I gave him a jar of lucky stars, each one folded by hand.

He took the glass jar with a smile, then his expression shifted.

“You know, you’ve really got some nerve.”

I froze, the words not computing. “What do you mean?”

“I bring you to a hundred-dollar-a-plate restaurant for my birthday, and this is what you give me?” Ryan lifted the jar, his fingers curled around it in distaste. “Look at what Tessa got me. Look at what my friends got me. This thing isn't even garbage.”