Laying on our sides, we face each other as I trace the skin around his tattoo. “I can’t believe you did this.” “Why not? You have my name on you already.” I scoff as he kisses my inked knuckles. “Yeah, but I usually just tell people it says ‘fuck'. There’s no hiding yours.” “I don’t want to hide you,” he says softly, searching my face. “I’m going to love you loud, Taylor.”
