I frowned, trying to figure it out. “Do you mind enlightening me?”
He dropped his hand and instead of hugging me, he turned me toward him, holding our hands between us. “It’s you, darling. You are my sun.”Oh God. “You’re my light, and I figured, why not, you know?”
“Noah—”
“I didn’t bring you here to make you feel or whatever. Hell, do whatever you wanna do, or don’t. It’s completely up to you. I just thought you would like it.”
“I do.”
“Remember how we used to joke that you were the sun, and I was the moon? What better way to remember you but to get a tattoo that will always remind me of you?”
“Are you sure about this?”
“A hundred percent sure.” He leaned down and pressed his lips against my forehead. “I know what I want, Sophie, don’t worry about that.”
I didn’t notice when Phoebe stepped aside, too busy staring at Noah and trying to control my heartbeat.
“I have some designs you could have a look at if you want to.” She held a larger book in her hands, with a white cover. “I would suggest going with something small for the first time.”
Noah choked, I snorted, and Leo started laughing behind us.
“Oh, come on.” Phoebe laughed.
“That’s what she said,” I murmured, unable to help myself. As soon as the words left my mouth, I pressed my hand against my mouth, staring at her with wide eyes. “I’m sorry. I just had to.”
“I like you, dude. And you,” she pointed behind us at Leo, “stop fucking laughing.”
I took the book from her, still snickering, and opened it up. Page after page filled with different designs pulled at my attention, and my eyes flickered over each and every one of them, but I already knew what I wanted.
There was no doubt in my mind that I had to get it.
“Actually, Phoebe,” I said, and closed the book, placing it on top of the counter. “I know what I wanna do.”
“You do?”
“You do?”
Both Noah and Phoebe spoke at the same time.
“I do.” I nodded. “I wanna get a small moon.” I looked up at Noah as I explained. “Right here.” I pressed against the spot between my thumb and forefinger. “A small moon.”
“Babe—”
“If I am your sun, Noah, I want you to know that you will always be my moon. This life and the next one, we will always find each other.”
He lifted his hand and took a hold of a loose strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear. “I know we will. No matter what, no matter where we are or what life throws at me, our souls will always be intertwined.”
“That was,” Phoebe started, blinking slowly. “You guys are the cutest. You really are.” She turned to Leo and grumbled, “See, this is how you’re supposed to be treating your wife. Then maybe she wouldn’t be yelling at you from morning until midnight.”
“Well, working with you sure feels like I have two wives instead of only one.”
A slap to the back of his head came out of nowhere and he blanched as if he couldn’t believe she would do something like that.
“What was that for?”
“For being an idiot.” She turned to us again. “Come on, guys. I already have everything ready for you. Leo will do the tattoo for you.” She looked at Noah. “And I’ll do yours.” She lifted her chin toward me. “But just so you know, these might hurt a bit. Hands are extremely sensitive, so if you wanna change your mind about the placement, now’s the time.”
But both of us just kept staring at her, knowing full well that the physical pain wasn’t a match to the emotional turmoil we were both going through.
