You listen to your teacher talk, bored out of your mind.

You turn to your brother’s best friend beside you.

He’s leaning back in his seat and raises an eyebrow at you.

“What?” he asks quietly.

You smile, an idea forming. “Give me your arm?”

He looks like he’s about to question you, but instead he moves his chair closer and drops his arm onto your desk.

You pull out a marker and gently flip his arm over, exposing the inside of his forearm before leaning over it.

By the time class ends, you’ve drawn an incredibly detailed dagger with a snake curled around it.

“What do you think?” you ask.

He shrugs. “It’s alright.”

You frown as he walks away.

The next day, you walk into your kitchen and see Jay drinking a glass of water.

“Your brother went to the shops,” he says, but your attention is drawn to the plastic wrapped around his arm.

He smirks. “Got it tattooed.”

You blink. “So you did like it?”

His smirk widens. “Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I?”

He steps forward, leaning in close, his breath brushing your ear.

“Love, if your brother weren’t such a jerk, I’d have you mark me up again just to get it tattooed.”

His voice lowers.

“That way everyone would know I’m yours. Like I’ve always been.”

He presses a soft kiss to your neck before walking away.