“Ten, twenty-four, eighteen. Your passcode.” My lips tip in a smile. I should have known it wouldn’t take long for my brilliant girl to understand. “The day I met you,” I say. “I didn’t realize until recently, I swear. I think that day has always just stuck with me.” “Sure, Rowan,” she says with a laugh, and I can’t be annoyed: I wouldn’t believe me either. “And that tattoo is just, what?” So she did notice that one. “A coincidence?” “My luckiest charm,” I whisper, then, because I can’t resist, I brush my lips across hers once more.
