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Beside all superficiality, I want this ring more than anything.
It’s my fucking dream ring.
this is literally the most beautiful ring, so perfect, if someone gave this to me I would die
he drove me home and we sat in the bronco watching sketchy people come in and out of the house in lights and noises and cars.
he whispered to me, “i’m scared.”
“do you need to hold my hand?”
he nodded with a funny little grin and laced his fingers in with mine.
“still scared.”
“i’ll keep you safe,” i giggled.
and he put up his armrest and motioned me over to sit on the center console and pulled my face down to his and kissed me.
he tasted like honey and oranges and i couldn’t catch my breath.
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