The tattoo rests there as it always has.
"Look at that," Rex says with a half-smile.
I guide his hand to feel it, just as he guided mine the other day, pressing his hand into my skin. Electricity zooms up my spine and I feel blood rushing between my legs, swelling my center with need.
However, Rex is taking his time with the tattoo. He brushes his thumb across it. "So, I'd always be a part of you..." he says.
That was the agreement. Delete each other's phone numbers and never seek to contact each other. Always carry a reminder on our skin that a love like ours happened.
"Kind of pales in comparison to the other thing I left you with," he says wryly.
I giggle. "I mean, yeah, definitely less of a responsibility to care for a tattoo until it heals versus carrying a human, but..."
"Carr
