Page 98 of Saving Me
“It is now, and I’m the record holder,” he grins down at me as I laugh.
“Well, I’m honored that I had a part in your record-making.”
“Babe, you’re the whole part,” he says, silencing my laugh with a kiss.
“Areyou sure this isn’t too much? It's just a tattoo.” I glance again in the full-length mirror as Sophia and Savi sit on the bed, drinking a glass of wine.
The dark green dress hugs my curves as my long legs end in gold heels. I touch the hummingbird necklace sitting just above my breasts as I turn to look at my backside. The fabric molds to my body like it was made for it.
“Justa tattoo?” Sophia laughs. “Trust me, when a tattoo artist marks their girl for the first time, especially if they have virgin skin, it’s anything butjust a tattoo. I still remember every detail about mine, and the second.” She touches the side, under her breast where the coordinates of their special place in the park lie. “Trust me, the dress is perfect,” she grins.
“I’m blocking out the fact that it’s my brothers you two aretalking about.” Sophia and I laugh at the cute, disgusted face that Savi is jokingly making.
“But, I agree with Sophia. The dress looks great on you. He will have to put his talent to the test because he’s going to have to concentrate real hard to stay focused on his art and not you,” she chuckles. “I’m all for making my brothers squirm and work for it,” she grins.
I look back in the mirror, and excitement starts to build. I’ve always wanted a tattoo, and knowing it’s Jake who gets to be the one to do it has me grinning at my reflection. Yeah, this dress is going to be perfect.
“There’s the strong, confident, sexy girl we love,” Sophia grins. “You look beautiful, Lyla.”
“You look absolutely gorgeous,” Savi agrees. “I’m really happy you and Jake found each other,” she says softly.
“Me too. He’s the best thing to ever come into my life,” I smile, feeling his love around me, even though he’s miles down the road.
“He would say the same,” Savi smiles.
“Do you know what tattoo you are getting?” Sophia asks.
“No. I know part of what I want, but I’m letting him design the rest. He told me he’s been working on one for a while now.”
“Travis designed mine, too,” she nods. “He knew exactly what I wanted even though I had no clue myself. Jake will, too. Those guys are as talented as they come, and he’ll know exactly what you need.”
“Let’s get you going,” Savi says, getting off the bed and grabbing my hand. “I’ll drive you so you guys can ride home together.”
“Thank you. I didn’t even think of that.”
“That's what sisters are for,” she grins at me, and her words hit me straight in the heart. I’ve never had best friends, let alone sisters. We’re not even engaged, yet his whole familyhas welcomed me with open arms because of Jake’s love for me.
I blink back the tears, and they both squeeze my hands. “You’re stuck with our crazy family for better or worse.” Sophia tilts her head briefly against mine and smiles.
We walk out into the kitchen, and I laugh as Miles whistles. “Damn, Lyla. I’m in the wrong business if girls show up like that for tattoos.”
Travis grins wider when he looks up and sees me. “This is your first time getting a tattoo, right?”
“Yes.” I see the amusement in his eyes and furrow my brows in confusion.
“Poor Jake,” he laughs. “He’s in for a long couple of hours.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, clearly not getting the joke.
“I just remember how I felt when I gave Sophia her first. It takes inking to a whole new level when marking the girl you love with your work. Especially if she has virgin skin.” He winks at Sophia as she wraps her arms around his waist. “There’s nothing sexier than a girl walking around with a symbol of the guy she belongs to.”
“Or a guy walking around with a symbol of the girlhebelongs to,” Sophia places her hand over his heart and grins up at him.
“You got the spot, wildcat,” he kisses the side of her neck and smiles. “It was always yours.”
“The spot?”
“It was a thing we decided to do before we got our first tattoos,” Miles shrugs. “We would leave a spot by our hearts open for the girl it would belong to. Travis has one for Sophia, and Ryder does for Eve.” He lifts his shirt, showcasing all the ink across his chest, and points to the area by his heart, free of any black lines.
