She stares at the ink. “Really.”
The joy in her eyes steals my oxygen.
I gave that to her.
Fuck.
It’s indescribable.
I’ve marked her forever. But then maybe she was right. Maybe that mark is already there.
She’s sure as hell left her mark on me. She’s going to be in my heart forever.
And next year—
She made me promise not to tattoo her name on my skin. She thinks it’s a bad omen. A sign we’re sure to break up.
But nothing is stopping me from getting a daisy right above her favorite quote.
Danger is sweet.
But loving her is sweeter than anything.