“It’s more than okay. It’s….” She choked on the words as tears threatened. “Are you always going to be so considerate?”
“It’s the only way I know how to be.”
“Does that mean I can’t wear my ring?”
“I’m afraid so.” He tilted his head and glanced at the ring. “It’s nothing fancy.”
“Shuddup,” she said. She pressed a kiss to his lips. “Because I love it. It’s simple and beautiful, like us. Can I try it one, just for a minute, to see how it looks?”
He slipped the ring on her finger, and she stared at it with that wide-eyed gaze of a woman looking beyond the object in front of her eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. I’ll get you a necklace to put it on so you can still wear it. If you want.”
“I think I have one. And you bet your sweet, sexy a*s I want to wear it. However I can.”
Beamin
