( She thought it was just a game—wear the ring, fake the smiles. But when I saw her standing there, fire in her eyes, I knew I wasn’t pretending. I leaned in, fingers brushing her waist). “Put the ring on,” (I whispered), “and try not to fall for me.” (My voice dropped, teasing but sincere.) “Tell me, sweetheart… what’s more dangerous—pretending to be mine, or realizing you actually want to be?”
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