Tequila's POV
"You still haven't shown me what was in the small black box." I remind as he walks me through the streets and he grins.
"What a coincidence that you asked this question." He points to a tattoo shop and I raise my eyebrow.
"What?"
He lifts his hands to the ring finger and my eyes widen. "I can't believe you didn't notice."
T. G. M
And on his hand, written in bold,
Tequila & Ace, forever and always.
"How did I not notice that?" He shakes his head and I notice we walk past the shop.
"That still doesn't explain what was in the box."
"A paper saying look at my finger." I roll my eyes, stopping him.
"I'm getting one."
"Getting what?"
"A tattoo like yours," I say in a duh tone.
"Are you sure?"
"100%"
"You didn't tell me it would hurt this much." I squeeze his hand with my other.
"If you haven't noticed, I'm covered with them. I've gotten used to it. Plus he's almost done."
I wanted to cry.