Page 373 of Breaking the Rules
Anywhere.
It doesn't matter as long as I get all of her.
Emma lets out a heady sigh.
Her dark eyes get dreamy.
Her expression is the perfect mix of affection and desire.
She wants me.
My body.
My heart.
My soul.
She has all of it—all of me—but it never hurts to remind her.
I wrap my fingers around her wrist. Bring her hand under my t-shirt. To the raised lines of the tattoo I got for her.
She stares up at me as she wraps her fingers around my wrist.
Brings my hand to the tattoo she got for me.
My fingertips skim the soft fabric of her dress.
I can't see or feel the ink, but I know it's there.
Our design.
Our love, on her body, forever.
She surprised me with the tattoo at our one year anniversary. She played it down, said it was more about needing to mark her body than to proclaim our love for the world to see.
But I don't care if the world sees it.
Only that I see it.
The ink isn't exactly in ashow this off every day spot.
It's on her right side.
Fuck, she's tough, getting her first tattoo on her ribs.
But that was never a doubt.
Emma has always been an adorable badass.
"Hey, lovebirds. You gonna deliver that show or not?" Wes calls.
Griffin laughs. "You love their love."
"No, I love hot naked chicks." Wes motionsgo on.
"Admit it. You cried when she did her ink," Griffin says.
Wes clams up. "I did not." He shrugswhatever. "Go home if you're gonna get mushy. We got enough of that all day."
