I’m lying on Cash’s chest, tracing his tattoo.
“What does this mean?” I whisper.
“It’s the Chinese symbol for awesome,” he teases lightly.
I giggle. “If it’s not, which I imagine it isn’t, then it should be.”
“Are you paying me a compliment? I just want to be sure, so I don’t miss it.”
I slap his ribs. “You make it sound like I’m mean and horrible because I don’t throw myself at your feet.”
“You don’t have to throw yourself at my feet. Although if you want to, I’m sure I can think of something for you to do while you’re down there.”
I look up at him and he’s waggling his eyebrows again.
“I’m sure you could.” Shaking my head, I settle back onto his chest and resume tracing the ink shapes. “Seriously, what do they mean?”
Cash is quiet for so long I begin to think he’s not going to answer me. But then he finally speaks.
“It’s a collage of things that remind me of my family.

Autore: M. Leighton