Wrapped Around Your Finger Meaning Novels & Stories

"What's that supposed to mean...?" "It means you know," he leaned his face closer and I pulled away a little as he narrowed his eyes at me. "You know that you already have me wrapped around your fingers." My eyes widened at his blunt words and I could feel my mouth slightly hung open in surprise. "I-I would never-" I started to choke out but couldn't bring myself to say it, so instead, I turned and sat up to leave when he grabbed my wrist.

A month? “…please, baby. Just… come back. I’ll do anything. I’ll burn it all down if that’s what it takes. Just open your eyes and look at me…please.” His hand was wrapped around mine like we’ve been glued together for days. They were warm but trembling in a way that had my chest gripping with sadness. I tried to squeeze back. Nothing happened at first. My fingers felt like they belonged to someone else. Like they were not a part of me.

➿➿➿➿ I have a giant problem. My stupid fat finger has taken the ring hostage. I'm completely dolled up and ready to see Theodore, so I decided to take the ring off to put it back in his wallet, but my finger doesn't want to give it up. I start to fully panic when my finger starts to turn red, so I have to stop myself for a second and take a big breath. It's going to be okay. Once the swelling goes down, I can take it off. I just need to calm down. And maybe research ways to get a stuck ring out.

"Your belief in us-it means everything." Jason's hand enveloped ours, his warmth seeping into my skin, a silent vow passing through his touch. Our hands clasped together, forming an unspoken pact that bound not only our flesh but our souls. In this union, there was strength, a promise to hold fast against the tides of uncertainty that threatened to sweep over our pack.

"What is this? What is 'burning from the inside out'?" He didn't answer immediately. He lunged for my hand, his fingers trembling as he caught my wrist. He looked at the ring as if it were a venomous snake. Through the Soul-Lock, I felt his mind frantically searching through millions of lines of code, looking for a backdoor that didn't exist.

But he doesn’t let me. His large, rough fingers wrap around my wrist, pulling me back, his breath hot against my ear. “What does nature say about a woman who sleeps around with anything that moves, huh?”

"You tried to reject the bond. You almost died. Remember?" His expression darkened. "I remember everything." I turned, but he moved fast—faster than I was ready for. His fingers caught my wrist, just lightly, but the pain that flared through me was immediate. I gasped, yanking back hard. Riven winced, shaking out his hand. "It's unstable." "No," I snapped. "You're unstable." We stared at each other for a long moment, both breathing hard. The bond between us wasn't quiet. It was anger. I didn't want to connect. I wanted to fight.

The next, his fingers wrapped around my wrist. Like he’d reached for me before his brain could stop him.We both froze and neither of us pulled away.

I immediately feigned confusion as I stretched my hand towards him. “Why is there a ring on my finger? Did Micheal give me this?”

RING: A ring is round because it represents eternity… like a love that will last forever. It is a symbol of never-ending commitment. It is usually worn on the left hand, on the fourth finger, as “myth” states that this finger contains the “vena amoris” or the “vein of love”, which is connected to the heart. We were sitting on the deck; Ryder was strumming his guitar, serenading me with his smooth, soulful voice.