The black velvet ring box trembled in his grip. It was so tiny in his hands it looked like a toy, and I couldn’t help but flounder, trying to backtrack as best as I could as I saw the flicker of hurt and uncertainty glint in his eyes. “Fuck! No. I mean…” I wobbled forward, hopping over the roses as my own hands shook and I scrambled into my back pocket. “No?” He looked hurt.
