Inked By My Best Friend's Dad
“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.”