"I think you're supposed to offer me your jacket or something," she said, c*****g her head to the side expectantly.
I smiled, shrugged out of my jacket, and pulled it around her wet body.
"I think it's probably time I take you home," I said, tucking wet strands of hair behind her ear.
Detecting something bulky in my jacket pocket, she reached into it.
"What's this?" she asked, pulling it out.
Before I could take it from her, she had opened it up.
"Wow! It's beautiful!" she cooed.
I took the box from her, marvelling at the ring with her.
"Yeah, it is. It's my mom's engagement ring. She said my dad had it made for her especially, because he wanted her to have something that would suit her. He said he didn't love his mother nearly as much as he loved my mom, so he wanted to get her so
