“You tattooed your boyfriend’s name beneath your left pec?” Taylor asks, eyes wide. “Dude. I bet you got some good hole for that.” Brenner high-fives me. “I always get the best hole from T. That’s not why I wanted to do it.” It’s not why he has my name tattooed on his wrist either. We just…want everyone to know who we belong to, and we’re not shy about it.
