Katarina slowly slides her hand down my stomach; I feel my muscles tense under her touch and, when I think she’s about to grab my c**k, she veers toward one of my pockets and feels it there.
"I knew it."
"Between bullets, blood, and dead bodies, I forgot to give it to you."
"Put it on me."
Katarina pulls out the small object and, without looking at it, places it in my hands. Then she closes her eyes, as if she doesn’t want to ruin the surprise.
I lower my gaze to the thin circle of white gold resting in my palm: tiny embedded diamonds form a delicate snowflake.
It’s perfect for her.
I slowly slide the band onto her finger, and it doesn’t surprise me to see that it fits perfectly. I took her measurement the last night we slept together; I didn’t want to risk anything going wrong.
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