“You asked me why this G is branded into my skin?” I start. Her body instantly stiffens. “Each moment…” she says, trailing off when she can’t finish the rest of the saying inked in Italian under the G. “Each moment only once,” I tell her, still tracing what comes to mind: friend. I push the bubbles away and lean down to her ear with a kiss as I trace the last words. Soul, love. “It’s you,” I whisper.
