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“We aren’t engaged.”
Or married. We hadn’t even been back together for a month.
I didn’t say it because I knew what he’d tell me. Time was relative.
When we were apart, it had felt like centuries. Like I didn’t even remember what it was like to be happy. Now that we were together again, it felt like each moment was a year and a second. Like I was packing so much happiness into those minutes that it was infinite.
“Technicality.” He said, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“What if I don’t want it?”
He turned me in his arms, grasping my cheeks. His slow, sweet kiss made me sigh as I leaned into him. His ocean eyes were hypnotizing as he stroked my skin gently.
“I’ll drug you and do it while you’re sleeping.” He was utterly serious.
It should’ve made me run. Except… it was what I’d always craved. To be wanted by him. To be important.
“Such a romantic.” I deadpanned.
But there was something in his expression. Desperation. Fear. It was like he was truly worried I wasn’t his. When it was all I’d ever been
“I need it. I need everyone to know that they can’t take you from me. That you believe in us.”
I had no idea what had happened to make him question me. Whether it was me admitting I’d let go of hope or if it was something else.
In the end, it didn’t matter. Ink on my skin wouldn’t change how I felt. And I liked the idea of finishing the tattoo. It felt like a beginning. A symbol we both could look at when we doubted.
I curled my fingers into his shirt, pulling him close. I wanted him to see the truth in my eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll do it.”
My chest warmed at his smile. I would always do things to make him happy because I knew how little of it he’d had. It was something we had in common. It had drawn us together.
He was always my happiness. My safe place. And that’s what I would be for him.
“You can sit right here.” One of the tattoo artists gestured to a stool at the kitchen island. I let Adam go as I took my seat. “And you can be right in front of her.”
“Oh, are you going to hold my hand through the pain?” I chuckled as he joined me. Our knees brushed as he pulled the chair close.
“I thought you could hold mine.” His mouth twitched as the other tattoo artist sat on a stool to his left side.
“Wait, you’re getting one too?” My brows furrowed as he laid his hand out. I was so distracted by Adam I barely paid attention as my artist started tattooing my finger.
“I’m getting the same one.”
My stomach flipped as the machines buzzed around us. He grasped my free hand. His thumb stroked along my palm as our arms laid on our joined knees.
“Aren’t people going to think the flowers are girly?” I could feel my eyes burning, but it wasn’t from the pain.
It was Adam. It was silly. It shouldn’t matter. But as he gripped my hand while the needle pierced our skin, I felt closer to him than ever. I understood now why he’d wanted to do it. I liked the idea of everyone knowing he was mine. Forever.
“Not after I pluck their eyes out.” I tipped my head back and laughed, but emotions made it sound a little choked.
He closed the distance between us, sealing our lips together. “I love that you laugh when I say things like that.”
I traced my tongue along his lower lip. My eyes burned with desire. I wanted to prove he was mine in other ways. Wanted to feel him inside me. Marking me.
“I don’t just laugh.”
“Fuck.” He groaned low in his chest. Without taking his eyes off me, he addressed the men next to us. “Get this done.”
