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Whatever.
I pulled the small wings apart, and a ring fell out.
A thin, silver band with a tiny silver butterfly on it. And written on the inside of the last paper butterfly was:
Me.
…Someday.
Will. You. Marry. Me… Someday.
I barked out a laugh and smacked him in the chest. It was a promise ring. Not a freaking engagement ring.
My heart settled back into a regular rhythm.
“So, will you marry me? Someday?” He smirked.
I tuggedhim back in and kissed him again, growling my answer into his lips. “Yeah, maybe.”
The end.