His hand gripping onto mine tugs and rotates my stack of rings until they both slip off. An unbearable tightness in my chest intensifies as I check out my ringless finger. “Wait—” Declan pulls out a ring box from his jacket and gets down on one knee. His face remains a blank canvas, completely devoid of any visible emotion as he looks up at me. My heart pounds against my chest as he latches onto my left hand. “What are you doing?” “Proposing to you in the middle of a rainstorm in a Tom Ford suit.” Oh. My. God.
