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I’d stopped caressing Tate as soon as he’d seen the tattoo, but instead of answering hi hihtstand drawer I handed him the picture I’d taken fro his finger run over the pieces of tape I’d used to put the picture back together The tattoo artist had gotten the iht

Tate lowered the picture and reached out to trail his finger over the ink on my skin

“Why?” he asked

I raisedof you that I could keep with h, Tate, but from the moment I met you, that’s all I saw You’ve taken on every storm in your path and come out the other side”

Tate shook his head in disbelief, but I was glad when he didn’t argue with me Of course, he seemed incapable of any kind of speech, so I wasn’t sure if that wasn’t part of the issue His ar as he needed

When he leaned back to once again look at the ink, his finger brushed over le to take off as I’d thought it would be, but when I’d been faced with the prospect of hiding it away somewhere, I hadn’t been able to do it

“Does it bother you?” I asked

Tate pressed his fingers over the ring and shook his head “No,” he choked out “No, it doesn’t bother me” He lowered hi and the tattoo

“Will youit with a kiss

Tate nodded against me and then pulled himself back and wiped at his face He climbed off the bed and held out his hand tomy skin on fire with his touch “Does the door lock?” Tate asked

“What?”

“The door? Does it lock?”

With Tate’s caresses wreaking havoc with my mind and body, it took aand why When I finally got it, I nodded and stepped away froh to lock the door But I hesitated before flipping the lock “What if Matty needs us?”