“I think love is different for everyone, as are standards. For some, sharing is what feels right.” His brows pull together. “But the love I need is permanent. Exclusive.” His gaze locks with mine, penetrating me down to the bone. “I can’t share, Sky.” I can’t either. Breathing him in, I go back to tracing the tattoo on his ribs. Perhaps the fortune-teller was right… But I got it wrong.
