I lay my head on Ambrose’s shoulder as he trails soothing circles on my back.

I can’t help but smile.

This is real. Sometimes it feels like if I blink, it’ll be gone. But when I open my eyes, he’s still here and that fear disappears.

“You don’t have any secret tattoos I should know about, right?” I ask him.

“What?” he laughs.

“Just wondering!”

“No, no tattoos.”

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