MEAT

MEAT

“Hey, did you already plan something for our second date?” I ask, my eyes on our entwined hands.

He looks away from his book with a raised brow.

“You are already thinking of a second one when this one is ongoing?”

I nod,

“Of course. Not just because I am eager to get to the tenth date. I genuinely like spending time with you.”

He pulls me close to him and kisses my forehead. Leaving tingles in his wake. I can’t stop the dopey grin that takes over my features.

“I love spending time with you.”

I force down the shudder that runs through my body at the love thing.

“So have you thought about it?”

“You seem to have something in mind, let’s hear it.”

“Let us get matching tattoos.”

Confusion clouds his features, with a tiny pout, I can’t help but stare.

“Tattoo? And matching ones?”

I nod.

“We both have those scars. Let’s decorate them. We have the final say on how they turn out.”

He looks like he is thinking about it, complete with the looking up in