Sophia’s POV

“Dimitri got a piercing?!” I gasp, wide-eyed as I look from my husband to his best friend, seated across us. We all circle the bonfire, soaking in the warmth.

Lena chuckles, doubling over as she stops slicing into her steak. Everyone else laughs, seeming aware. Everyone except me.

“Where?” I question.

“Right here,” Lena answers, touching the corner of her bottom lip with a fork. “But he’s taken it off, and the hole closed up real quick.”

“Wow!” I utter, my ...