he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “But in all seriousness, I’m telling you now. A year, two, three down the road, if I manage to convince you to be mine for that long, I want my ring on your finger. A big fucking thing so no man can miss it from a mile away.” “Manage to convince me, huh?” He just smiles, and it’s boyish and light. The smile I only ever see when we’re alone, making it my favorite ever.
