Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

When I burst into tears, he looks mortified. “Oh shit. You
hate it.”
I collapse against his chest and pound a fist weakly on his
shoulder. I hope it’s his good one, but I’m too emotional to
care.
He says gruffly, “I’m sorry. I’ll return it. It’s too soon.”
I speak through sobs. “Will you shut up? I’m happy!”
“Oh.” He pauses, then chuckles. “I’d hate to see you when
you’re sad.”
I cry against his chest as he holds me, until I’m calm
enough to lift my head and look at him.
When he sees my face, he teases gently, “Who knew such
a pretty girl could be such an ugly crier?”
I swipe at my wet face, sniffling. “One more wisecrack,
and I’ll kill you where you stand.”
“No, you won’t. You like me.”
“You’re okay. I guess.”
Chuckling again, he pulls me against his chest and tucks
my head under his chin. Then he turns serious, exhaling a
long, slow breath. He says softly, “It’s a promise ring, baby.
My promise to you that I’m yours. But…”
When he hesitates, I lift my head and stare at him. A pang
of terror tightens my stomach. “But what?”
He caresses my cheek, gently wiping away a stray tear
with his thumb. “But it’s not an engagement ring, because we
can never be married.”
I close my eyes, hoping he won’t be able to see the way
he’s just stabbed me through the heart. “Because it’s not safe
for me, right?”
“Because I’m not allowed.”
My eyes snap open. I stare up at his handsome face with
furrowed brows. “Allowed? What do you mean?”