“And every day after that,” she whispers, echoing my words back to me from our day.
“Hey, did you ever tell your mom about the ink?” I ask, the thought suddenly flashing through my mind as I lean in to kiss her.
“Oh, that I got inked by my best friend’s dad? Uh…” she trails off with a small smile.
My lips twitch at her non-answer.
“That’s what I figured.”
“Let’s go to bed, Slade,” she whispers, kissing me back. “Let’s go see about my next tattoo idea.”