Novel & Cerita Wrapped Around Your Finger Meaning

​“True, but you know that you can get away with it as long as I’m around, don’t you?” ​“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 finger.” ​My eyes widened at his blunt words, and I could feel my mouth hang slightly open in surprise. I would never use anyone like that, and to think that he thought of me like that was just… hurtful. ​“I—I would never...” I started to choke out, but couldn’t bring myself to say it. Instead, I turned and sat up to leave when he grabbed my wrist.

"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.

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

He reached out to toy with a lock of hair that came loose and wrapped it around his finger before releasing it again. "Say that clearly. Do what?"

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.

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.

"Trust me, I tried to talk myself out of it each time." His fingers trailed the hickeys he left on my chest, connecting them to the ones on my neck. "Every time, I promised myself I wouldn't touch you." His muted eyes clashed with mine, "And I failed both times. I guess you could say you have me wrapped around your little finger, hm?" "Should you be admitting that to me?" I whispered. It sounded... too personal.

“Aislen?” “I’m okay. What about you?” she performed her own inspection of him, frowning as she reached his wrist. “What the f-k is this?” There was a strap of metal the width of her thumb circling his wrist, engraved with runes. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I thought it was a handcuff when they put it on.”

I frowned, trying to fix it, but it only made it worse. A quiet exhale sounded in front of me. "Give me your hands." I hesitated. Then I held them out. --- His fingers closed around my wrist – not tight. Not controlling. Steady. He unwound what I'd done in a few quick motions, the fabric sliding free from my skin. Then he started again. Carefully. His movements were efficient, practiced. The wrap circled my knuckles, crossed my palm, looped back around my wrist with just enough tension to hold without digging in.

- I didn't know you were also vindictive. - He replied incredulously, I raised my arms in celebration and the number one with one finger on each hand showed him. - Do you know what this is? - I asked. - A finger? - He answered the obvious, making a knowing face. - It's not just one finger, it means that we are even. - I answered, surrendering. - I get it, so tell me, Miss "tied", when are we going to start cleaning up this mess? - She asked as she looked at me.