“Everything about me is prominent. Get used to it, wifey.” “Don’t call me that,” I countered. “I’m not wearing your ring yet.” He smiled. Letting me know I’d messed up. I just didn’t know how bad until he grabbed my hand to pull me to the front of the common room and then dropped to one knee of front me. “That whole… not wearing my ring yet thing?” he said, pulling a black velvet box from his pocket to lift before me. “Let’s fix that.”
