I waited (impatiently, might I add) for Luke to finish up with his client and as soon as he got near the counter, I jumped into his arms, kissing him deeply. He kissed me back for a minute before pulling back and looking at me in surprise.
“What was that for?” he asked. “Not that I’m complaining, but…” He grinned at me.
“Just because I love you and because you drew me the perfect tattoo and because you listen when I talk.”
“Did you find one that you like?” He set me on my feet and grabbed the stack, looking at the one I’d left on top. He smiled down at me as I burrowed into his side. “I figured this would be the one. Don’t know why I even drew any of the others up afterwards.”
I shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I still cant get them, you know.” I grinned up at him mischievously as he laughed and hugged me close.