Page 75 of Turning Tides
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I glanced over to where another canvas leaned against the wall. “My tattoo.”
Archer had painted a huge version of it. Bigger than my whole torso, it was bright and colorful. A stunning rendition of my most beloved tattoo. “Archer, it’s incredible.”
“I was going to paint over it.”
“Don’t you dare. I want both paintings. Can I have both?” I almost couldn’t look away, but I dragged my attention back to Archer.
“You can have anything you want,” he told me.
“Anything?” Dipping my head down, I ghosted my lips against his.
“Anything,” Archer promised.
“Even forever?”
Archer answered me with a kiss.
“Forever,” he promised.
