“Are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you?” “No.” I trace my fingertip over the black ink of the tree on his chest. “Fine. Will you marry me?” His body moves with soft laughter underneath me. “No.” I swat at him, hoping he’s only teasing. “Fine. Will you move in with me?” “No.” I move my finger to another group of tattoos, tracing the heart-shaped end of the infinity symbol drawn there. “I’ll take that as a maybe.” He chuckles, wrapping his arm around my back. “Will you let me take you to dinner tonight?” “No,” I answer too quickly. He laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
