EDWARD’S POV
“I’ve thought about it, and I really want a tattoo.”
Layla says like she’s been thinking about this for months instead of bringing it up for the first time while I’m standing across the kitchen from her.
“And I think we should get matching ones.”
I lean against the counter and watch her continue talking, mostly because she looks f*****g adorable trying to convince me. She’s got that serious look on her face she gets whenever she’s decided something makes perfect sense and now it’s her responsibility to make sure everybody else understands why.
“We don’t have to get anything big,” she continues. “It could be something small. Somewhere people won’t really see unless we want them to.”
I smile.
Her eyes narrow. “Are you even listening to me?”
“Of course I’m listening.”
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