I don’t know how to feel about his choice of tattoo or that my name is etched on his skin forever. I’m so crazily overwhelmed; all I can do is stare and gawp, churned up in many good ways. My heart is aching with pure feeling.

“You’re an idiot.” I sniff, sounding pathetic, but I don’t mean it. I’m blown away, so touched he would do this for me, and it adds fuel to my desire to make this official.

He maybe isn’t conventionally soft and gooey, but his heart beats ...