I kiss the top of her head. “Because you’re my sunshine.” Jordan pulls back and blinks. “Wait, really?” She bites her lip. Her gaze falls to the book of tattoos. She presses her finger to the moon. “Then I want this one.” She tilts her head to the side, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Yeah . . . it’s fitting.” Her beaming smile warms me when she looks up. “You have this pull. Like the moon does with tides. You’ve helped me through my highs and lows.” I like that. A lot.
