He holds his arm alongside mine, ink beside ink.
One story is permanent.
The other is temporary.
For now.
“I choose forever,” he whispers.
For me, this moment feels almost as intimate as touch.
“You want me to bring your sky to life?”
His nod is subtle but sure.
“We can't let them disappear. They’re fromthatnight. You drew them right before you told me…”
Our mouths hover inches apart.
“Told you what?” I tease.
But I know damn well.
Heat rises between us.
An almost-but-not-yet kiss.
“Amos…”
“Mmm?”
He places a hand on my heart.
“Indefinitely.”
And the look in his eyes tells me that we’re not just talking about ink.
I’m not sure how I’m gonna get off this mattress.
With one word, he’s melted me into a puddle.
“Promise we’ll go slow?” he asks.
“We’ll go slow,” I nod. “I’ll be so gentle.”
His tongue warms my nipple, a sensation that ricochets through my body.
My sweet little tattoo virgin.
“I’m gonna take veryverygood care of you,” I whisper.
“VIP package?”
“Wait and see…”
“You've already left an indelible mark on my heart,” he says.
“It was only a matter of time before I surrendered.”
