87

SUNDAY

“I’m surprised it doesn’t hurt,” I murmured, staring down at the runes marking the inside of my bicep.

“It’s magic. That’s kind of the benefit,” Alek teased, lifting my arm and pressing a kiss over one of the sigils, which sent electric tingles racing across my body. “I love seeing my name etched into your skin, and knowing it didn’t bring you pain only makes it better.”

I tugged up his shirt, trailing my fingers down the side of his ribcage where he’d marked himself with my name. “Me too.”

“It’s a shame I have to wear a shirt and cover it up.”

“I always think it's a shame you don’t walk around naked. Then again, it’s probably safer for the female population that you keep all that Grade A Novasgardian beef under wraps.”

Alek laughed, his eyes sparkling with delighted mischief. “I’ll endeavor to be naked around you more often since you find it so... appealing.”