I’d kept it for a special occasion to give to Cole.

“How?” he said again, his eyes filled with tenderness.

“Nate.”

“Of course,” he murmured and looked back at the photograph, stroking the image of me with his fingers.

I shivered. “You like it then?”

“I love it,” he said, his voice hoarse with emotion.

The image wasn’t your typical cheesy, lovey-dovey shot of us cuddling or kissing or anything like that. Instead I was sitting on a stone-built wall that ran along part of the beach, my legs dangling, my hands gripping lightly at the stone at either side of my hips. My coat was open and billowing slightly in the wind and my hair was billowing more than slightly behind me, wild and free like always. I was staring up at Cole, my expression soft, curious.

Cole was standing on the sand, just a little in front of me, his hands burrowed in the pockets of his jeans as the light jacket he wore didn’t have any. He wore a beanie cap that Nate had given him to borrow and he was staring contentedly off past the camera at what I knew was the water.

We looked young and cool and interesting and if I may so myself… kind of hot.

“I thought you could hang it in the flat.”

“Definitely.” Cole looked up at me and grinned. “This is fucking cool.”

I giggled and nodded as he pulled me into him with his free arm. “I thought so. I thought it would be nice to have it so when we’re old and gray we can look back and remember how we were.”

He kissed me softly and pulled back to say something just as the studio door opened.

I frowned, turning around to tell the intruder we were closed when I stopped short at the sight of our boss, Stu.

“Right on time,” Cole said.

On time for what? “Stu?” I looked from him to Cole and then back to him. “What are you doing here?”

“Wee fairy.” Stu grinned. “How are you doing, lass?”

“I’m fine. Confused but fine. You?”

“Glad my wife hates Valentine’s Day as much as me.” He chuckled to himself and looked past me to Cole. “Ready?”

“For what?” I pulled out of Cole’s arms, hoping my Valentine’s Day wasn’t about to be ruined.

“Your present.” Cole carefully placed the photograph on the reception desk. “Stu is tattooing your name on my chest.”

At that grand announcement he and Stu started striding toward the back rooms.

My name? Across his chest?

“Are you crazy?” I hurried after him, trying not to slip on the smooth tiles in my heels. “Cole!” I caught up with them just as they were getting organized in Cole’s room. “Can we please talk? Just for a minute. In private.”

“Shannon—”

“Please.” I pleaded.

He sighed. “Stu, I’ll be a minute.”

Stu grinned at us knowingly. “That’s right. You talk some sense into him, wee fairy.”

Ignoring that I grabbed Cole’s hand and dragged him back out into the main studio. “You’re not doing this.”

Cole immediately glowered at me. “I was hoping for a better reaction than this. Something along the lines of ‘that’s so romantic, Cole, I can’t believe you love me enough to get me etched permanently across your chest’.

“It’s so romantic.” I squeezed his hand in reassurance. “I love that you love me that much, but… let’s be serious here. Anything could happen. We have no idea what will happen. And yes, I hope to God that in fifty years time we still have the photograph,” I gestured to it on the reception desk, “and we’re looking back at it together. But we don’t know with one hundred percent surety that we will. A tattoo, Cole. It’s forever.”

“But we’re forever. We’re getting married”

I melted. “I know. You know I love you. But a tattoo seems like a bad idea. Almost like you’re jinxing us.”

“Jinxing us?”

“Mmmhmm.”

He huffed out an exasperated sigh. “I’m not jinxing us, Shannon. You and I are forever. I’m not going anywhere. Are you?”

“No, of course not!” I moved into him, slipping my arms around his back and tilting my head back so I could meet his gaze. “I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

In answer Cole wrapped his arms around me so tightly every inch of me was pressed against every inch of him. “I’ll never regret anything about you.”

As I found myself melting into him again, giving in, a sudden thought occurred to me and I blurted out, “Make it an ‘S’!”

Cole’s head jerked back in surprise at my outburst. “What?”

“The tattoo.” I patted his chest where his heart was. “Just make it an ‘S’. We’ll know it stands for me but if anything ever happened you could easily change it into another word.”

“Nothing is going to happen, but—” He covered my mouth with his hand knowing I was opening it to argue again, “If it will make you feel better about the whole thing, I will just get a stylized ‘S’.”

I grinned against his skin and he moved his hand, returning the smile.

“I just thought of something,” I said, trailing my fingertips over his chest. “This is a two-fold present.”

“And how’s that?”

Heat moved through me at my dirty thoughts. “You need to watch your new tattoo tonight… which means I get to be on top.”

Cole shook with quiet laughter. “It was all in my plans.”

“I’m sure it was.” I stood up on tiptoe to kiss him. “Hurry and then let’s skip dinner tonight.”

***

“Lie down on your back.” I stood at the foot of the bed in my skimpy black dress and heels with my hands on my hips.

Cole’s lips twitched with aroused amusement as he sat on the bed before me, wearing nothing. I’d just gotten done ordering him out of his clothes, which he did with a sensual amount of teasing that had me more than hot and bothered.

He stared up at me with those gorgeous green eyes of his, and I think he knew I was itching to touch every inch of him. Every inch but the square on his chest that was covered with cling film, protecting his new tattoo. A beautiful stylized ‘S’ right across his heart.

I forced myself to stop smiling at the tattoo and reiterated my demand.

“Are you getting undressed first?” he said.