Henrik turns to me, ring lying flat in his palm. “Is this acceptable to you? I don’t want to break any rules . . .” He’s right. We have a lot of rules in this fake marriage. There’s the “no saying husband” rule. And the “no kissing” rule. Then there’s the “I pay him rent” rule. We haven’t actually discussed the terms of that one yet. His “I sleep in his room” rule is working out great for me so far. But we don’t have a “no wedding rings” rule. Not technically. I just told him I wouldn’t wear his mother’s cursed ring. “No, it’s fine,” I say. But then I hesitate, glancing his way. “Are you
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