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“Five minutes, Niko,” he says over his shoulder. “And put a shirt on!”
“No way in hell!” he shouts back and leans over for a kiss, but I pull away and his lips land on my throat, trailing kisses and nibbling on my Adam’s apple.
“Baby, please? You can’t say shit like that and expect me not to fuck you.”
“Not happening. Everyone downstairs will know we’re having sex.”
He pulls back with a small pout, muttering, “Fine,” before he trudges to the bathroom, probably to wash his hands.
I know I’m supposed to go downstairs first, but I’m notoriously weak to his adorable pouts.
So I follow after him and stop when I’m behind him as he dries his hands. I meet my reflection in the mirror and swallow past the sensation crawling up my throat.
It’s not nausea. It’s awareness.
I can finally look at myself in the mirror without feeling the need to smash it to pieces. I still haven’t been able to smile at myself like the therapist has been urging me to. It just feels weird.
Tattooed arms wrap around my waist from behind before Nikolai’s chin rests on my shoulder. I didn’t even notice when he changed position and slipped behind me.
“You’re the most beautiful thing on earth,” he whispers against my neck, peppering kisses there as he meets my gaze in the mirror. “I’m lucky you allowed me in your life.”Kiss.“I’m lucky you love me.”Kiss.“I’m lucky you’re letting me fight your demons with you.”
My heart crawls its way to my throat and I have to swallow down the burst of emotions to remain standing. What the hell did I do to deserve this man?
“I’m the one who’s lucky to have you, baby.” I unlock his arms from around me, turn, and face him. “I was supposed to give you this present later tonight, but you’re making it impossible to hold it in.”
I tug my shirt free and his grin returns. “You’re going to give me my prize anyway…?”
His words trail off and his lips part when he sees the actual reason why I removed my T-shirt.
“What do you think?” I ask carefully.
His fingers ghost over the elegant sans serif font I had tattooed on my heart. Like where he got the tattoo for me.
This is the first and last tattoo I’ll ever get, since I’m absolutely not a fan of pricking my skin anymore, but I had to ink him on the heart that beats because he exists.
“You hadNiko’s lotus flowertattooed on your chest?”
“Not on my chest.” I take his hand in mine and press it on the skin. “My heart.”
“Fuck me.”
“In a good or bad way?”
“I fucking love you, baby.” He kisses my lips long and hard. “I can’t believe you have a tattoo.”
“For you.”
“Forme,” he repeats with raging possessiveness.
“Hey, Niko?”
“Hmm?”
“Remember when we met that little girl in the park and you asked me what I whispered back to her?”
“You said it was a secret,” he grumbles.
“I told her I don’t need help because I’m in love with you.”
