With You Forever (Bergman Brothers, #4)

by Chloe Liese

I see Axel’s staring at my hand. I follow his gaze. And then I blush again. I’m still wearing my ring. My gaze snaps to his hand, and my stomach does a weird flip-flop. He’s still wearing his ring. And the hand that wears it is splayed wide, like a fist he just unclenched and flexed. He glances down and fists his hand tight, eyes on his ring. “I, uh—” He clears his throat. “I just realized now that I’m still wearing mine, too. It’s oddly…comfortable.” I laugh quietly, peering down at the smooth white-gold band. “Same. I mean…we could just wear them, to be safe—authentic, that is. Especially with the crew coming—not that I’m implying all construction workers are lecherous creeps, most of them aren’t, but there’s always a few bad apples, and I wouldn’t mind sporting the universal signal for ‘taken’ so I don’t have to worry about getting hit on. Not that I’m saying I get hit on all the time or that I’ll get hit on by them—” I gasp for air after that verbal monstrosity, forcing myself to stop. What a disaster. I haven’t nervous-rambled like this in years.