“That's permanent, Travis.""So are we," he said, touching my cheek.”

“You should have asked her first, Trav," America said, shaking her head and covering her mouth with her fingers. "Asked her what? If I could get a tattoo?" he frowned, turning to me. "I love you. I want everyone to know I'm yours. I shifted nervously. "That's permanent, Travis." "So are we," he said, touching my cheek.”

“This ain’t fucking right. He shoulda never been there.”“It was an accident, Travis. You couldn’t have known something like this was going to happen,” I said, touching his cheek.”

“Abby Maddox…,” he said, his smile beaming in the moonlight.I pressed my cheek against his bare chest. “Travis and Abby Maddox. Has a nice ring to it.”

“Shepley stomped into the apartment and slammed the door behind him. “She’s fucking impossible!” I kissed Travis on the cheek. “That’s my cue.” “Good luck,” Travis said. I slid in beside America, and she huffed. “He’s fucking impossible!”

“Travis shrugged. “She’s not my girl, anymore.”I kept my features smooth, but he had said the words so matter-of-factly, it caused a stabbing sensation in my chest.”

“My God you're sexy," Travis said, propping his head up with his hand. "The most beautiful woman at Eastern is my girlfriend. That's insanity.”