"So, since you're in love with me now, will you tell me about your tattoo?"
I laughed and pulled him down so that my mouth was right against his ear. "It saysNo secrets."
He pulled away and frowned. "That's it?"
I had to laugh again. "I can see that you're let down but you should consider whose secrets I'm referring to—mine or yours."
Ben dropped a little more of his weight on me and I grunted, which made him smirk. "I have nothing to hide from you, so I'm guessing those words apply to your secrets."
"When it comes to you, I have no secrets."
I hadn't intended the words as a declaration of love when I'd gotten them inked into my skin, but they were.
Our heart's desires, the things we craved but held so deeply inside of ourselves that we rarely admitted them aloud—those were the secrets worth sharing.
And when I gave my heart to Ben, I shared them with someone who would guard them fiercely and forever.
