The water had begun to cool already, steam thinning into a soft haze that clung to the tiled walls, but neither of us made any move to leave. I traced idle patterns over Kael’s chest, following ink and scar alike, letting my thoughts drift until one settled and refused to let go.
“Kael?” I asked quietly.
“Hm?” His chin rested against my temple, his voice vibrating gently through me.
“Do you think…” I hesitated, then laughed softly at myself.
“Do you think I could get a tattoo? Today, maybe?”
That earned his full attention. He shifted just enough to look at me properly, surprise flickering across his features before melting into something curious and warm.
“A tattoo?” he echoed.
“I didn’t take you for the impulsive type.”
“I’m not,” I said, smiling.
“I’ve been thinking about it
