This supposed punishment soon turned into a love letter composed on his skin…one I had written to him. He stared at my face the whole time while his fingers traced circles on my skin and I worked to make that decoration on his sculpted body as beautiful as possible. I wanted to show him how much I loved him, I wanted him to understand that he was the only one for me. That ink was covering our pain, drawing a new bond between us. With a smile, I grabbed his wrist and wrote one last message on it: You’re mine. Forever.
