With a small, sudden huff, he leans forward and slips his hand around my wrist. My breathing shallows. I didn’t expect him to touch me. I look down at his fingers wrapped around my wrist. They are so long that the tip of his thumb meets the knuckle of his index finger. My hand sits tiny in his palm, looking ridiculously childlike. I don’t like it. It feels wrong. Dangerous. “It looks heavy.” The indifference in his voice sends static down my spine, and a strange feeling of exhilaration coasts down after it. The diamond is huge. It weighs down my ring finger like an anchor and Amelia once joked
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