“It’s a nice touch. Really committing to the role of doting fiancé by putting my initial around your neck.” She smiles and it’s so fucking bright, I know I’ll be able to face anything as long as she keeps looking at me like that. “It’s very Taylor Swift of you.” Should I tell her that I’ll wear it even when we’re done pretending because she owns me now? And that I’m hers, even if I don’t deserve for her to be mine.
