“Oh…uh…” I clear my throat, glancing down at my leg and instinctively tugging at the hem of my swim shorts. As if that’ll hide the cursive letters above my knee.

We’re spending the day together out on a boat with some mutual friends, plus my sister, after being together for maybe two or three months. You’ve met all of these people in passing, but I’d figured this would be a good opportunity to spend some quality time actually getting to know them and giving them the chance to know you. After all, you’re my first serious relationship in two years since Olivia and I broke up.

The exact same Olivia whose name I have tattooed on my thigh. The tattoo that you just noticed and just pointed out.

“Uh, nothing, darling. Nothing,” I chuckle, fidgeting with the collar of my half unbuttoned shirt.