“What happens if you don’t get drafted,” she managed through a raspy breath. “And I never tattoo again?” I shrugged. “We sell everything we own and move to a new country and figure out who we want to be next.” I flipped her until she was on her back, until I was between her legs. “Wherever we go, whatever we do, you belong to me,” I said, kissing along her jaw. “And I belong to you.”
