chapter 18

The tattoo rests there as it always has.

"Look at that," Rex says with a half-smile.

I guide his hand to feel it, just as he guided mine the other day, pressing his hand into my skin. Electricity zooms up my spine and I feel blood rushing between my legs, swelling my center with need.

However, Rex is taking his time with the tattoo. He brushes his thumb across it. "So, I'd always be a part of you..." he says.

That was the agreement. Delete each other's phone numbers and never seek to contact each other. Always carry a reminder on our skin that a love like ours happened.

"Kind of pales in comparison to the other thing I left you with," he says wryly.

I giggle. "I mean, yeah, definitely less of a responsibility to care for a tattoo until it heals versus carrying a human, but..."

"Carrying a human and caring for a human and –" He draws away, running his fingers through his hair. "God, Isabella, I feel like such an asshole."

"What? Why?"

"Because you've been here the whole time and sacrif