Liam tugged the ring out of its resting spot in the box. It slid on as if it were made for her. Something about it being on her finger fit in a way that didn’t just have to do with circumference. The ring sat prettily right between the faded white line of a knife cut and a tiny oval-shaped scar from a burn. Without thinking, Liam brushed a calloused thumb over all three, her skin soft against his. Something tightened in his chest.
