I nodded. “Okay. But I think I have a pretty high threshold for pain.”
“You’re a figure skater, aren’t you? Your boyfriend told us when he came to book the appointment.”
My boyfriend. It sounded so weird, yet it also sounded right hearing those words. I’d spent years dreaming of the day when he would finally notice me, and now that it was here… I just couldn’t believe it.
“Yeah. I’ve had more broken bones and sprained ankles than most of my friends.”
She picked up a funny-looking machine from the table next to us and pressed on one of the buttons. Almost immediately the machine started buzzing, and weirdly enough, the buzzing did not sound annoying.
As a matter of fact, it was almost soothing as endorphins floated through my body.
Happiness.
I was fucking happy because he brought me here. I was happy that I got to do the first thing on my list. And as Phoebe pressed the needle to my skin, the small smile I had before just grew, even as the pain started spreading through my hand.
I couldn’t remember when the last time was that I was this happy.
* * *
My eyes were gluedto the shape of the moon etched on my skin, while my heart galloped in my chest, both excited and sad. Both elated and terrified, because of what Noah said earlier.
If I was his sun, what would he do once he didn’t have it anymore? What would the planet Earth do if its sun suddenly disappeared?
“Noah,” I murmured as we exited the shop; his hand in mine and my heart in his hands.
He looked down at me, stopping all of a sudden in front of the door. I expected to see a smile, something that would tell me that he didn’t regret getting this tattoo with me, but nothing was there.
“Oh, no.”
“What?”
“You regret doing this.” I pulled my hand back and took a step backward.
“What? No. Sophie—”
“It’s fine. It’s okay. You can say it was a bet or some shit like that. I don’t want you to have a constant reminder going through your life about m—”
But my words were cut off, because in a matter of seconds, Noah stood in front of me, placed his hands on my cheeks, and pulled my face up. His lips clashed against mine, drowning out all the thoughts, my words, and all my worries.
Our teeth clashed against each other; his tongue licked over my bottom lip, eliciting a moan from me, just as his hand tightened at the back of my neck.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down, needing him closer to me.
“Noah,” I panted when his lips descended down my throat, all the way to the space between my shoulder and my neck, moving my jacket to the side. “Fuck,” I cried out when his teeth clamped down on my skin, followed by his tongue, soothing the bite.
“I need you,” he grumbled. “I need you right now.”
His fingers tangled with my hair, pulling my head backward, while his lips feasted on my neck.
“Noah,” I moaned again, unable to think, only able to feel.
His touch, his scent, his need matching mine.
He grabbed my hand and started pulling me with him, walking much faster than before, all the way to the alley next to the shop. He looked to his right then to the left before taking us deeper and deeper until we came to the large dumpster.
His hands landed on my shoulders, pushing me to the wall, hiding us both from the view of the people passing on the street.
“Noah?”
