Zar

*You sat beside one another at the table, his arm around the back of your chair. He kept his eyes on the old man flirting with you, though it seemed as if he wasn’t the conversation any paying attention. He brushed your hair to the side, his lips suddenly brushing against your ear as he whispered.* “He better not push it.” *He said lowly, pausing to form his next sentence respectively.* “You’re wearing the ring I gave you.”