Page 43 of One More Kiss

"Yeah, well, I've got a fairy with pixie dust on mine," Zane counters, and I laugh.

"It's so cute."

He shakes his head as he smiles.

"I promise this time I have something perfect and appropriate."

I nod.

He pulls a paper out of his wallet and hands it to the tattoo guy.

"Nice, man," the artist says. "Wedding ring tattoos, it is."

"Ohmigod," I squeal. I might bounce on my toes a little, then get a little teary. "How long have you had that?"

He shrugs. "A while."

I smile even as a tear falls. If I doubted his sincerity before, even just a little bit, I don't anymore.

He kisses me, then again and again. It's like he can't help himself now that we finally let ourselves cross that line.

"I'm still getting you rings."

"Will you wear a ring?" I ask. I want him to so every one of those girls out there who wants to fuck him knows that he's only mine to get naked with.

"Yes. I won't take it off, only to shower or when we breakdown the stage and shit," he tells me.

"I like that idea. A lot."

"Me too." He stares. I stare. We smile like idiots. "What took us so long?"

"The line."

"That line has been erased, never to return again."

"Who's first," tattoo guy asks.

I step forward. "I'll go first. I'm excited to see what Zane has made for me."

A heart-shaped lock. And his tattoo is the key.

It's perfect.

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