Yet instead of replying, all he does is rip off his left glove, bring the hand up to his mouth and bite down on something white around his finger until it pulls away. Only then does he hold up his hand and showcase his fourth finger. His very occupied fourth finger. Oh my god he’s wearing his wedding ring. My heart starts to slam against my rib cage and I almost think I won’t be able to hear anything other than my heartbeat when he opens his mouth, but then his words cut right through the white noise. “I’ve already scored the only goal I’ll ever need.”

