Page 122 of Ride with Me

“Matching tattoos?” I scoff. “You don’t think that’s…tacky?”

“Oh, it absolutely is.” He leans in, nose brushing the shell of my ear. “But isn’t that what Vegas is all about?”

He’s not wrong. I mean, we’ve already had a tacky Vegas wedding, so what’s one more thing?

“Besides,” Thomas continues. “You can’t wear your ring because your hands are in dough half the time. It only makes sense for you to get one too.”

“You think you’re sly, don’t you? You just don’t want to do it by yourself.”

“That may be part of it,” he concedes.

I eye him for a moment. I’ve never been all that interested in tattoos, but if there’s one person who could convince me to get one, it’s him. “All right, fuck it, I’m in.”

He doesn’t hesitate to press his lips to mine for a quick kiss in celebration. “God, I love you.”

“That’s the twenty-eighth time you’ve said that today.”

“And I mean it more every single time.”

“I can’t wait for twenty-nine, then.”

“That’ll come after my initials are on your finger.”

I lean in for another kiss. “I bet you a hundred bucks you won’t be able to last that long.”

“You’re right,” he murmurs against my lips. “I love you, Stella.”

I don’t get to say it back because he’s too busy kissing me again, but that’s all right. He knows.

Our love is one thing that’s not staying in Vegas.