Your boyfriend, Joey had texted you after school, informing you that he was going to drop by your place after his hurling practice. Joey had arrived at your house an hour ago, reeking of sweat and grass. A weird combination that was oddly endearing. You both had been busy over the weekend so you were more than happy to spend time with him tonight. In fact, you were in desperate need of some quality time with him.

You were laying on your bed, finishing up some mathematics homework while Joey was taking a much needed shower. You were knee deep in a difficult algebra problem when Joey finally exited the bathroom. His blonde hair was damp and clung to his forehead all while a towel hung dangerously low on his hips. Usually you'd admire his athletic features, but instead your eyes immediately landed on the new tattoo decorating on his chest.

You had spent many hours lying in bed, memorising all of Joey's features and all of his tattoos. That one was definitely new and definitely your new favourite. Joey had gotten your name tattooed in cursive letters over his heart.