when Cleo fangirls over Arrow.
And well, we all know how Arrow gets when I fangirl over someone else other than him.
But come on, The Blond Arrow and The Dark Prince together? It’s so happening.
Anyway I remember telling Arrow about meeting Cleo at the carnival thingy.
I sigh.
I shouldn’t find this so adorable, but I do.
So much so that I kiss his jaw again.
“She’s the wife of the guy we came to see.” I explain further when he doesn’t seem to grasp it, “The Dark Prince. Zach. The amazing guy who does wonderful things while riding a motorcycle, remember? We just saw him.”
Finally, the bell rings and a thick frown appears between his brows. “I wouldn’t say wonderful.”
“You’re kidding, right? It’s beyond wonderful. Above and beyond.”
His grip on my neck contracts and goes tighter. “I thought you were my groupie.”
Warmth blooms in my chest at his possessive tone. “Are you jealous?”
“Keep it up and you’ll find out.”
I shake my head at his irritated tone. “You’re so cute.”
“Cute.”
I wish his cap was off so I could grip his hair. His wonderful, rich, sun-struck hair, and mess it all up.
Because he looks a little too uptight, a little too irritated for such a wonderful occasion.
“Yes. You’re the only one who gets to write his name on my chest. Don’t you know that by now?”
His beautiful eyes move to my chest and my breaths start to come out in soft gasps. My bra-less breasts tingle and my nipples get all hard and achy.
Maybe because he did write his name there, last night. He also wrote his name on my stomach and way high up on my thighs.
He likes to do that.
Write his name everywhere on my body.
And then, he likes to fuck me really, really hard while he stares at me, at the girl who belongs to him.
At the girl who has his name on her skin. Because he put it there. Because he wants to declare to the world that I’m his. He has claimed me.
I think I’ll have it tattooed one day, his name, on my ribs, where my heart is.
A flush comes over his gorgeous high cheekbones when he lifts his eyes. I’m so busy staring into his dark gaze that I don’t even notice when he’s crept his hand forward and grasped the chain sitting between my heaving breasts.
He tugs at it, pulling me forward and making me arch my back. “I do, don’t I?”
“Yeah.”
His eyes sweep over my face in the usual way. My hair, my nose.
My lips.
He tips his chin. “What’s this one called?”
“Sweet Little Sweetheart.”
“Sweet Little Sweetheart,” he repeats on a whisper.
“There’s a reason I chose it,” I tell him.
“I know.”
“You do?”
His gaze comes back up and arrests all my breaths and heartbeats. “Because it’s been two years since I called you that and you like to celebrate every little thing like the needy girlfriend you are.”
I gasp, dropping my ice cream – because who the fuck cares about ice cream when your boyfriend just said he remembers – and clutch his t-shirt with both hands. “You remember?”
It has been two years since then.
Since the night I went to see him in his motel room.
Two years since I became his and he became mine.
Our anniversary.
Dropping his cone as well, he tugs at the chain again. “Why do you think we’re here?”
“B-because I was bugging you to go see the show.”
I have been bugging him. As soon as I knew Zach was going to be doing a show in California, so close to LA, I started begging Arrow to go.
Not only because I’m a huge fan but also because Zach and Cleo belong to my hometown, Princetown, where I lived before moving to St. Mary’s.
Arrow never showed any interest in going at all though.
Not until one day he surprised me with the tickets.
But I honestly didn’t think he had done it for our anniversary.
“I thought the dates were a coincidence. You never said anything,” I say in a breathy, awed voice.
“It’s called a surprise.”
Tears sting my eyes. “You surprised me. For our anniversary.”
A lopsided smile appears on his lips even as a grave emotion takes hold of his features. “Well, we haven’t spent much time together in the past couple of months. Because of my practices and things.”
That’s true.
The season is still on – they have the last championship game next week – and so he’s been really busy with soccer practice. Another reason why I thought he wouldn’t remember.
Plus I’ve been busy with my own stuff.
Yeah, I’ve got