She remained still and mute, her eyes fixed on me. She had no idea what this meant to me. The letter A bound us together. Her skin and mine.
When I took her home later, I’d worship her. Make sure she knew just how much I cared for her. All of her. The beautiful, dark-haired girl with doe eyes who’d given me so much more than I ever deserved.
Ben finished up her tattoo and sat back. He smiled at the lines he’d created.
“What do you think?” he asked me.
She let go of my hand as I stood up and walked around the chair. Fuck. Seeing the black ink stark against her white skin did things to me.
“Perfect.”
“Perhaps we should let her decide whether she likes it.”
I rolled my eyes. Avery sat up, wincing a little and hopped off the chair. Ben pointed at the mirror a few feet away. She walked over and turned her head to the side. Her brow furrowed. I realised she couldn’t see it properly.
I walked over, picking up the handheld mirror from the counter and held it up behind her. Only then did her expression change. She bit her lip.
“I like it.”
“You do?”
She nodded, turning to me and lacing her fingers with mine.
“I’m yours and you’re mine.”
I smiled, putting down the mirror so I could cup her face.
“Thank you, princess.”
Forgetting entirely my best friend was watching us, I kissed her. Her tongue melded with mine, intoxicating me. I only released her when I heard the shuffling of bits and pieces behind us.
“Let me clean up and we can go for a drink, maybe?” Ben said.
“She can’t go out in public yet,” I replied.
“You’re right, I forgot. Back to yours perhaps then?”
I looked at Avery who gave me a nod.
“Will Skye get mad if you stay out late?”
“If she does, fuck it. We’ve not seen each other in months and I would like to see first-hand just how talented your girlfriend is.”
Said girlfriend flushed. I smiled, running a thumb across her cheek. Then I pressed her towards Ben so he could wrap her neck.
Our tattoos symbolised so much between us.
Hers. Mine.
Together. Bound.
Forever.