“What if I don’t want this one?” he asked, tapping her pinkie. He moved his touch to the one beside—her ring finger—and grazed the length of it. “What if I want this one?” Juliette’s heart started to thud in her chest. “So morbid,” she remarked. “Hmmm.” Roma continued to draw a circle about her finger, leaving no question for what he was implying. “I’m not sure if morbidity was what I was going for.” “Then what?” Juliette wanted to hear it. “What were you going for?” Roma breathed a laugh. “I’m asking you to marry me.”
