"It's the perfect size."
Even as the words left my lips, a strange feeling washed over me. The ring fit my finger as though it had been crafted specifically for my hand—as though it had always been destined to rest there.
"Of course it is. It's a ring meant for just one person."
Edwin tilted his head with an amused smile, as though stating the most obvious thing in the world.
I looked away the instant our eyes met. Warmth crept up my cheeks unbidden. How much time would have to pass before I could face that tender gaze without my heart threatening to burst?
I laughed softly, remembering those crimson eyes that made my pulse race with a single glance. Even now—with Edwin right before me—I was thinking of Edwin again.
If I see him often enough, I'll eventually grow accustomed to it.
...Won't I?
Shaking the thought away, I extended my hand toward him.
"Doesn't Edwin have a ring? I'll put one on you as well."
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