“What?”
“Baby,” he said, voice still half-asleep. “Look.”
I did—and then I screamed.
Just above the curve of my left hipbone, beneath a strip of some plastic adhesive, there it was in black script. Definitely real.
’til death
“Ohmy God.” I scrambled to check the other side where a twin throb echoed.
yes, sir
Elegant and neat. It was so familiar, so?—
“Oh. My. Fucking.God.” I gasped in horror. “That’smy handwriting.”
Cal blinked at me, then burst out laughing.
“WE GOT SLUT TATTOOS,” I shrieked.
He laughed harder. “You got slutty wedding vows on your hips.”
“Youwatchedme get slutty wedding vows on my hips!”
“Iencouragedit!” he wheezed. “I think I cheered! It matches your slutty little tramp stamp.”
I buried my face in a pillow. “I need a priest. I need an annulment. I need to black out again.”
“No you don’t.” He flopped toward me and kissed my shoulder, still grinning like an idiot. “You need electrolytes. And for me to read your hip tattoos again with my tongue.”
I whined. “Don’t make me horny when I might throw up.”
“You were horny last nightwhilethrowing up.”
I hurled my pillow across the room. “Tell me I didn’t projectile sob-vomit on our wedding night.”
Cal just laughed harder, clutching his stomach.
“Baby,” he choked out, “everyonethrew up.Kimi puked in a planter. Lucy almost fell into the bush she vomited into. Marco offered the tattoo artist a blowjob. Ivy cried about Marco’s mum not liking her. You’re not even in the top five most embarrassing.”
“I literallycriedandcameandvomitedin the same three-hour window?—”
“I vowed through sickness and in health, baby. Projectile sob-vomit and all.”
“Oh my God, we’re disgusting.”
“I’m in love,” he said proudly. “With the hottest little masochist.”
I wheezed. “Okay, stop.”
But I couldn’t stop smiling. Couldn’t stop laughing. Couldn’t stopfeelinghim next to me—warm and shirtless and smug and mine.
Then he froze.
“What?” I asked, glancing up at him.
His eyes widened, mouth parted as he stared at his left wrist.
