Kat's left hand was curled up against my thigh. For several minutes, I couldn't look away. What was it about the left hand? It was just a hand, and Kat had a really great hand and all, but it wasn't that. It was typically what went on the left hand, on the ring finger. God, thinking about rings and the left hand made me want to get out of this vehicle and do about a hundred laps, but being married to Kat- married? My brain tripped up over that word, but it wouldn't be terrible. Nah, it would be far from that. It would be sort of...perfect.
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In this excerpt, the narrator is captivated by Kat's left hand resting against their thigh, leading to a deeper reflection on the significance of hands and, particularly, the symbolism of the ring finger. The presence of her hand stirs thoughts about marriage, evoking a mix of excitement and apprehension. The idea of commitment crystallizes through the simple gesture, revealing the narrator's internal struggle with the terminology of being "married" to Kat.

Despite the initial confusion over the concept of marriage, the narrator concludes that the notion isn't daunting at all; rather, it conjures feelings of perfection and satisfaction. This reflects a profound emotional connection and hints at the desire for a future together. Ultimately, the moment emphasizes how mundane actions can carry deep emotional weight, particularly when it involves someone special.

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