“You two are fucking disgusting,” Drake says before the buzzing sound of his tat gun resumes.
Eve kisses me back, and I dig one hand into her hair, guiding her toward the back of the shop.
“Don’t break anything this time,” Drake calls out, causing Eve to giggle as I drop her ass on a wobbly counter in the back and shove her skirt up on her hips.
She kisses me harder, drawing me in, and I try to think of a time when she wasn’t consuming every fucking thought in my head. All I know is that Eve would walk through hell with me, and there’s a chance that day will come.
I’ll make it worth it in the meantime.
It’s all about living today and chasing death tomorrow. Fuck the rest.
THE END