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She huffed, shaking her head. "You're so stubborn."
She shook her head, but it was more out of thought than anything. "I don't know."
“I see.”
She squinted at him. “You’re wrong.”
She sighed slowly. “You should get to bed.”
He laughed, kissing her cheek. "You could put it on any one."
"Damn straight."
“I’d be doing it for you, Francis.”
He slipped the ring on her finger.
She gave him her dazzling smile, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I’m really attracted to you, arm or no arm.”
"I'd come back," she said helplessly. "But it'd be good for you, maybe. Everything would be okay."
"Baby, it's really attractive, actually," she said matter-of-factly. "You're a super hot guy."
"Oh. Okay," he said, reaching for it.
She fell silent, looking at the ground. "Should I... should I leave for a while? Maybe that would make things okay. Maybe everything would be...
"You don't believe me, though."
He looked confused. “Put it on... you?”
She exhaled, running her fingers through her hair. “And my... God. My ridiculous brain can’t process it in a way that makes any of this okay.”
She kissed his neck. “I do.”
He laughed, kissing the top of her head. “You like it?”
A small laugh escaped her throat, but it sounded like a sob. “You wouldn’t? Francis, I’m sorry, but you did. In fact, not only did you let...
