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.”
