He guided my hand to the tattoo over his heart. Sitting up and crawling closer, I inspected the dark ink I’d dismissed each time I saw him bare-chested. A gasp shuddered past my lips as I saw what was stamped there. “You tattooed my name over your heart?” Wrapped in thick thorns and vines, each letter was nearly swallowed in the pain represented there in the image of a deadly plant. It wasn’t as vibrant as some of the others, more muted, which made me curious as to when he’d gotten it done. “The year after you left,”
