“You had Niko’s lotus flower tattooed on your chest?” “Not on my chest.” I take his hand in mine and press it on the skin. “My heart.” “Fuck me.” “In a good or bad way?” “I fucking love you, baby.” He kisses my lips long and hard. “I can’t believe you have a tattoo.” “For you.” “For me,” he repeats with raging possessiveness. “Hey, Niko?” “Hmm?” “Remember when we met that little girl in the park and you asked me what I whispered back to her?” “You said it was a secret,” he grumbles. “I told her I don’t need help because I’m in love with you.”
