He lifts my hand to kiss my knuckle, just below the ring. “It fits perfectly.” Almost as if it was made for me. “I know.” Henry smirks. “I slipped it on while you were sleeping one night to test it out, and then had it resized a touch smaller.” “You did not!” Now my eyes widen with surprise, earning his chuckle. “I told you. This isn’t a whim.”
