Part 9

He collapsed on me. Both of us were breathless and sweaty, but pleased and so fucking connected. He kissed my collarbone and laid his head on my chest.

"Perth?" I whispered.

"Mhm?" he murmured and looked me in the eyes.

"I want a tattoo," I said quietly, not sure how he would take it.

"Oh, ok..." he was surprised, but he smiled.

"Where?" he asked.

"Somewhere hidden, just for us and maybe really close friends when I'm in a swimsuit," I explained.

"Like here?" he asked, tracing my lower abdomen and hip bones with his fingers.

"Mhm," I confirmed.

"What would you get?" he wanted to know.

"Something for us, for you. Like the one you have for me," I answered and touched his tattoo under his hip bone, the word "Tata" surrounded by red thread.

"You sure?" he checked.

"Yes. I love you," I said firmly.

"I love you too, Tata. Let me make an appointment with my tattoo artist, he is really good and discreet and I can come with you," he said and kissed my cheek.

"Yes, I want you to come to get a tattoo with me," I answered and pulled him to my lips.