She bites her lip, looking like she’s holding her tongue. “What?” I ask, and when she looks sheepish, I add, “Whatever you’re thinking, spit it out, babe. From now on, we need to agree we’ll always speak our minds.” Amy exhales. “I’d need to be wearing your ring before I’d feel comfortable pulling the goalie.” She makes an apologetic face. “It’s not that I don’t believe you when you say you love me forever. It’s just that—" “Dude, I’m gonna put a ring on it.” I chuckle as Amy’s body relaxes into mine. “Didn’t you listen to my lyrics? I’ll love you till I’m old and gray. I’ll love you from
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