“I can give you a ring,” I said quickly, pulling my hand back to slip off the one on what humans called the ring finger on my left hand. I was sure that was the marriage finger. I didn’t want to ask and look ignorant, though, and Danny didn’t correct me, so I was probably right. “Oh, okay.” Danny’s voice sounded soft with nerves, and his throat was still splotchy. “I—Only if you want to—” I ignored him, taking his left hand and slipping the ring onto his finger. Cradling his hand in mine, I stared at the ring now sitting snug on Danny’s long finger and swallowed, glad he couldn’t see how
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