Fuck if he knew why he’d picked it, but he’d walked into the jewelers, seen it, and known it had been made for her finger.
She looked up at him, her hazel eyes shimmery, the greens in them non-existent as her pupils enlarged, and the tightness in his chest got worse. It was a ring, and he was a stranger, and yet she looked at him like he’d conquered oceans for her.