"What's this one?" he asked, tracing his fingertip down the words inked across her hipbone.
"It says 'if you're reading this, you're standing way too close.' In Latin."
"Seriously?"
"Oh, yeah."
"You're kidding."
"It's a quote from a book. 'Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also,' except I'm pretty sure they got it wrong. A friend of mine told me they put an apostophe in the your."
He smiled. "What about this one?" He touched the tiny birds on her neck.
"Freedom. Being able to fly away and leave whenever you want to go."
"Nice."
"Mm."
"And this one?" he asked, running his fingers across her wrist. Ivy crept around her wrist and then down the inside of her forearm, following the line of her veins.
She sat up awkwardly, gently pulling her arm away. He looked up and saw that she had tears in her eyes.
"I got that one in India," she said softly. "A long time ago."
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