I planned to pull it to my mouth to press a kiss against the bare skin there, but I’m thrown off by a small black circle tattooed there. “What the fuck is this?” I bring her wrist closer to my face. “I lost a bet on my twenty-first birthday.” She laughs. “You actually got a smiley-face tattoo? What the hell.” I can’t help the laughter falling from my mouth. The tiny smiling face is so ridiculous, and so poorly done, that it’s funny.
