He walked into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He buried his face in your neck, after breathing you in, he watched as you chopped some fruits. He took your left hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles, his brows suddenly furrowed.

His fingers ran through your empty ring finger, he looked at you, his chin on your shoulder. You could feel his heart beating faster on your back.

“You single? I don’t see a ring,” he teased.