Chapter 8

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.