"What are you doing?" he asked as I was going towards his jeans.
"What you wanted me to do."
"Oh, not 'that.' I meant I have something I do." he paused. "Something else."
"Well, now I feel dumb, so what's this something else?"
"C'mon." he took me out of my room.
I locked my front door and got back into his car. He was driving me to his house. I remembered the route. When we got there, he unlocked his front door and told me to go to his room. So I did as I was told.
"This is what I meant." he grabbed a box out of a drawer in his closet. When he opened it, there were things made of wood- one thing he made was a wooden sculpture of my bracelet.
"It looks like my bracelet." I lifted my hand and twirled my wrist, my fingers playing with one of the charms.
"I know. I made your bracelet by this. I made this first then I brought it to a jewelry maker and he made it for you."
"That's so sweet and romantic!"
"Want to learn how to do it?"
"Hm," I hummed. "Maybe another time." I pushed him down on his back and kissed him.