In our home. Sure, it’s a rented apartment that Bec found for him, but in a year or two, we plan on buying our own villa. By then, I’ll have my degree, and I’m going freelance.
I warned him my luggage was going to be epic and the look on his face as he surveys the small mountain I brought with me is priceless. It cost me a fortune in excess baggage fees, but there are some things—okay, a lot of things—that a girl just can’t do without.
“Thereareshops here,” he grumbles as he loads my stuff into the boot of his new car. It’s not a flash sports car, thankfully, otherwise we’d be in trouble with the lack of space.
He holds open the passenger side door, and I slide inside. “Wow, how weird is it driving on the wrong side of the road?” It’ll take a bit of getting used to, that’s for sure.
“Nah, it’s fine.” He gets in beside me and slings me a grin. I smile back, until new ink on his until-now-untouched right bicep snags my attention.
I hitch in a sharp breath and lean closer. My eyes aren’t playing tricks. He’s got new tattoos since the last time we were together, on his arm that he once told me he was saving for something special.
Someone special.
“Oh.” It’s a horribly inadequate response to what his ink is telling me, and with the tip of my finger, I gently trace his love letter to me.
The tattoos are breathtaking in their depth and detail, intricately interwoven forget-me-nots for true love and blue violets for devotion.
He covers my hand with his. “Guess I know who I was saving this arm for now, huh?”
I press a kiss on his ink. He could’ve had this tattooed anywhere on his body, and it would’ve meant everything to me. But he chose his arm, which is always on show, where everyone will always see it.
I lose myself in the beautiful blue of his eyes. “You’re a big romantic at heart, you know that, don’t you?”
He rests his forehead against mine. “Don’t tell anyone. I have a rep to maintain, remember?”
