“I love it.” I kiss him again. “I think it’s time. I want my mark on you and yours on me.”
“Funny you should say that.” Eros pulls out a piece of paper with a drawing on it. It has an infinity sign with his name signed within it. I might ink it on myself, but it’s his artwork.
“You’ll be my first,” I tease. I still have never put ink on a man before. My mind has played with so many ideas of what I’d put on him when the day finally came.
“Your only,” he reminds me in that stern tone of his that makes my knees weak. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Our marks on each other are permanent in more ways than one.
* * *
I’m back after a small vacation. Thank you for waiting for me. This year, I hope to have a slightly increased production so I hope you all have a little extra time for me every month.
Stay warm or cool depending on your situation. *Kisses*