“You’re supposed to let me put the ring on you,” he said when I went in to kiss him again. “Oh, right.” I let him take my hand and slide the ring on my finger. I looked down at it and bit my lip. I’d never been the type to want a caveman to bash me over the head and carry me back to his cave, but I had to admit part of me liked being claimed like this. His ring was on my finger, and now everyone would know I was taken. I was his.
