Possessive

“I still remember the first time I heard your voice through that wall, the soft fabric of the couch under my hands, the dry studio air, the way the room seemed to brighten around your laughter,” Zack wrote. “A week after our first date, my fingers closed around the cool edge of the ring in my pocket as I asked you to marry me. Two weeks later, I tasted champagne and your lipstick as the…