She lifts her shoulder in a shrug. “My piercings didn’t hurt.”
I groan at the thought of them, then playfully tug on her hand, pulling her closer so she stumbles into me. I wrap my arm around her waist. “They’re the sexiest things I’ve ever seen,” I murmur against her lips.
She smiles and blinks, pulling back slightly. “See? Sometimes a little pain is worth it. Besides, imagine having me on your body.”
I tilt my head back, laughter escaping my lips. “Are you planning to put your face on my arm, pretty girl?”
“No,” she replies with a smirk. “Something better.”
“What?” I ask, feeling a little nervous.
She shakes her head, pursing her lips. “You’ll have to wait and see.”
“I thought we were getting matching tattoos.”
“We are,” she confirms.
My frown deepens. “Then what is it?”
She leans up on her tiptoes, planting a quick kiss on my lips. “Do you trust me?”
I breathe out against her lips, tightening my hold on her waist. “You’re the only person on this whole damn planet that I trust with my life.”
Her smile falters slightly. “That’s scary,” she says. “You trust me that much?”
“So much,” I affirm with a nod.
“What if I mess up in the future?” she asks, her brows furrowing.
“You won’t,” I say with a shake of my head. “You couldn’t.” I lift my hand, cupping her face, and brush my lips against hers. “I’ve been in love with you before I even knew what love was. There’s nothing in this world you could do that would make me stop loving you,” I reassure her, locking eyes with her beautiful blue ones.
“Even if I make you get a tattoo?” she teases, raising an eyebrow.
An amused smirk crosses my lips, but I nod. “Yes.”
She tilts her head, considering. “Would you lie on a train track for me?”
I chuckle at her question. She really doesn’t know the lengths I’d go for her. “Name the time and place.”
Her eyes widen. “Kill someone for me?”
I hesitate, then shrug. “I’ve never been the best at fighting, but for you, I’d try.”
Her lips part, brows knitting together. “Rob a bank?”
I laugh, running my thumb over her cheek. “We’d be filthy rich,” I say, my heart pounding as I look at her. “There’s nothing, Gabi,” I repeat. “Nothing that would make me stop loving you. Nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
She lets out a shaky breath and shakes her head. “You don’t have to do this,” she insists. “They say couple tattoos are bad luck. You can back out—”
“No fucking way,” I interrupt. “I’m not scared of bad luck. You want this tattoo, so we’re getting this tattoo,” I tell her, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Are you ready to go in?”
She nods, a smile spreading across her lips, and we enter the shop together.
Twenty minutes later, and I’m dying.
This shit hurts like hell.
“Oh fuck,” Gabi grunts, squeezing my hand tightly. “This hurts way more than the piercings did.” She glances at me, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle a scream, her eyes squeezed shut in pain.
