“I don’t want to waste another second without making it official. Without you calling me husband.” He slides the ring on my finger without asking for my permission, pulling another laugh from me as I take in the gorgeous, slightly over-the-top, salt-and-pepper diamond. The swirls of black in the sparkly gem are mesmerizing, and my lips part as I study it. It’s perfect. “Do you like it?” he asks. My attention shifts to Henry. “I’ve never seen a ring like this.” “Never took you for a traditional girl.” He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “It looks good on you.”
