“There wasn’t room to add Til Death next to your name. So I had to find somewhere else to put it.” Speechless, I stare as he pushes down the waistband of his boxers to his hips. I don’t even notice that the patch of hair trailing down from his belly button has been shaved. I can’t possibly focus on that. Because there, right above Dom’s cock—like directly above the base of his fucking cock—are the words Til Death. Big block letters to match his Valentine.
