Page 182 of Sour Notes

“You did that, for me?”

“No, I did it for Derek Hale in Teen Wolf… what do you think, dumbass?”

“Ohh? It’s like that, is it, you minx?”

With a grin, he surges up, slamming his lips to mine in a hungry kiss.

“Where did you get that done?” he asks once he’s done planting little tiny kisses all over my face.

I won’t admit it to him, but I swear this big bad wolf really is a puppy when it comes to me. He’s been affectionate non-stop ever since we made it official at the first responder fundraiser.

“I drove into Sparkwood this morning and saw your guy Ash at Black Lotus.” His shocked gaze meets mine.

“The cheeky fucker never said anything.”

“Well, I can’t imagine he’s texting clients every time their partner gets new ink. Besides, wouldn't that be tattooist-client privilege?”

Swayze chuckles, tossing his jacket to the floor before his fingers work to undo his belt.

“I’m not sure that’s a thing, babe.”

“Well, if it’s not, it should be. I don’t need him running to tell you every time I decide to add some new ink, thank you very much.”

He smirks down at me.

“Oh yeah? You got more planned, Angel?”

“Well, I was thinking a lioness on the thigh could look cool, especially since I’m a Leo. Actually wait… is that why you’ve got that huge-ass lion?” I slap his chest and he jerks back, chuckling.

“Hey, easy there, Angel, that hurt. And I’ll never tell if you’re the reason I got the lion.”

“Oh my god. Don’t be a baby or I’m gonna start calling you puppy again, Wolff. That wasn’t even hard. Now tell meeee. Was it because of me?”

“Yes, you brat. It was because of you. But I didn’t want to make it obvious and lame by having a lioness tattooed, so I went for a big fuck-off manly lion. Plus, your hair always reminds me of a mane, so…”

He chuckles, pulling his shirt out from his pants and undoing the buttons, exposing his mouthwateringly tanned, solid abs as he works his way up.

Yes.

I totally just drooled.

It’s allowed now. Encouraged, even.

“And if you ever call me puppy again, you’re gonna get a spanking. You might not have hit me hard, but this makes it real fucking sore.”

My eyes trace up his chest until they halt at his left pec, which is usually bare.

But now he’s had something new tattooed on there, covered in film.

“Wait! What?! You got new ink today?! Weren't you at work?”

“I took the afternoon off to go see Ash. That’s why I was shocked he didn’t mention seeing you.”

I lean up on my knees to get a closer look at his chest. It’s a little hard to see given how fresh it is, liquid already starting to pool under the barrier film, but when he walks up to me, close enough for me to rest my hand on his lion, I see it.

“Is that me?!”

It’s a grayscale angel on his left pec. Well I say grayscale, but her eyes are violet like mine. She looks just like me, in a dress very similar to the one I wore to his fundraiser.