“Don’t tell me you don’t like my ring? It’s a symbol of…” “Your ownership?” she finished with an angry gleam in her eyes. “Of my feelings,” I said with a wink. “And what are they?” I looked away from her hopeful eyes. What did she want me to say? “Right now, I feel sexually deprived.” She pulled out of my hold and sat down on the stool beside me. “Well, that won’t change until you can find a better answer to that question.”
