320 Women

I place the bracelet carefully on her small, pale arm. I take my time hooking it before trailing my finger up her hand and fingers. My eyes not leaving hers as the whole room of women erupted in gasps and silent whispers.

I pull away to look around the room. My eyes immediately feel the need to go back to her as I speak.

"It's means. I've chosen you."

-+-

320 days,

each one with a new woman.

And yet, he only wants one.