Yours On The Dotted Line
Dante slides the ring onto my finger as he repeats, “Quinn, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”
A sign of his love and fidelity. Is it made of tin?
But even while I mock silently, goosebumps rise across my skin at his touch.
God, he really is too sexy for his own good.
I repeat the same vow, sliding his ring into place.
“Dante, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”
Anybody else smell ozone? Just me? Okay.
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