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This snippet is the second in the Thoughts series - just short drabbles from different povs. This one is from Abbey's perspective.
I have grown accustomed to the feel of the ring on my finger. The yellow gold blends into my skin, marks me as a married woman with responsibilities and loyalties - traits I have always admired within myself. But even though I have worn the metal band for years, she is the first time it has acted as a cool reminder of what I cannot have.
Her allure is stronger than the connection which exists in the never-ending circle, her consideration warms me in ways his shelter never could.
To him, the ring is a symbol of our union, a remembrance that I am his angel, so I do not remove the halo as I taste her lips. I allow it to serve as my punishment for committing an unforgivable sin.
I have grown accustomed to the feel of the ring on my finger. The yellow gold blends into my skin, marks me as a married woman with responsibilities and loyalties - traits I have always admired within myself. But even though I have worn the metal band for years, she is the first time it has acted as a cool reminder of what I cannot have.
Her allure is stronger than the connection which exists in the never-ending circle, her consideration warms me in ways his shelter never could.
To him, the ring is a symbol of our union, a remembrance that I am his angel, so I do not remove the halo as I taste her lips. I allow it to serve as my punishment for committing an unforgivable sin.