your boy best friend smiles, as the tattoo artist walks out the room

"i cant believe you're doing this." you laugh

he waggles his eyebrows, pointing to his chest "i want it right here."

you shake your head, but lean forward, placing a kiss right below his collar bone

his hand brushes the back of your neck before you pull away

"are you sure?" you ask looking at your lipstick on his chest. "tattos are permanent"

"i know." he says, as a slow smirk lifts his lips "you could get one of my kisses too."

your heart races as Luke’s finger brushes the top of your ribs. "and id put it right here." he says.