He opens the ring box, revealing a Ring Pop. I start laughing, and he chuckles along with me. “Come on, Sunshine . . . When are you finally going to admit I’m exactly your type? That day at the coffee shop was the beginning of our journey, and little did I know it would lead to where we are now. But I’m so happy it did.” I sniffle and nod. “You’re so my type.” He slides the candy ring onto my pinkie, it’s the only finger it fits on, and rests his hands on the sides of my thighs. The memory of Cam removing my old ring in the coffee shop flashes in my mind. I told him I’d rather Bryan had
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