Page 129 of Micah

Very interested.

Like he likes seeing my helpless attraction to him.

“My chest,” he says. “My back.”

His eyes hold mine.

“My stomach.”

I swallow.

“And lower. I also have one on my left thigh.”

Lord have mercy.

“I always wanted a tattoo,” I confess, mostly because if I don't say something, I'm liable to forget how words work altogether.

“Yeah?”

His smile grows just a fraction.

“I can help you with that.”

“You can?”

“You want one?”

“Well, I've always thought about it.”

“What would you get?”

I shrug.

“I don't know.”

“Something meaningful.”

He nods slowly.

“That's usually the best kind.”

“So, you have a tattoo connection?”

A tiny huff of laughter escapes him.

“Something like that.”

He rubs the back of his neck.

“Just got some new ink in, actually.”

I stare.

“You tattoo?”

He shrugs like that's a perfectly ordinary thing to casually mention.

Good grief.