Your fingertips gently brush over my new tattoo and I shiver at the gentle touch. Earlier today me and the lads played tattoo roulette at the late late show with James. Of course I was the one who lost and had to get the tattoo.

I look down at you and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Do you like it?” I ask, my voice a bit rough out of tiredness and I kiss the top of your head.