There was a flash of red on his arm as he moved, where his bandage had been. It was gone now, and in its place, on the underside of his arm, was a tattooed star filled in with a strong shade of red ink. Tears instantly pricked at the corners of her eyes. “It’s scarlet,” she gasped. Julian gave her a timid smile. “It’s actually crimson.” “But—but—” She stammered over what to say. He’d done this when they hadn’t even been speaking and he had no assurance they’d be together. “I didn’t want to wait,” he said, easily reading her thoughts on her face. “I knew that if I came back and things didn’t
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