“I knew this tattoo would look gorgeous wrapped around your neck.” His lips tickle over my ear. I furrow my brows and pull his palm back enough to look. I gasp when I spot the dark rose spanning across the entire front of his hand. “W-why did you get that?” His thumb traces my lower lip. “To remind me of my endgame.” “And what’s that?” My heart is in my throat. Deep down, I know his answer. “You. Rosa. You are my endgame. You always will be.” His eyes sparkle as they gaze into mine.