“Finished,” I say, relinquishing her leg. “Really?” She sits up and tucks her knee to her chest to get a closer look. Her smile is instant when she examines the fresh ink. It’s a pinky promise between a feminine alien and a masculine human—just their hands. One is shaded a vibrant lilac purple, and the other is grayscale. I framed their hands with stars, a comet, and a ringed planet. It’s identical to the tattoo on my thigh.
