I undo the buttons on my shirt, revealing the four-leaf clover that matches the one on her neck—the one that’s now etched into the skin right over my heart. Her eyes pop when she sees my new ink. “That looks like mine,” she whispers. “I know. It looks exactly like yours.” “Why did you get that?” She reaches out to stroke my skin like she needs to be closer. Goosebumps pop up under her touch. I brush her hair back from her face. “Because the day I met you was the luckiest day of my life.”
