““What is that?” I asked, squinting at the vertical symbols. “It’s Hebrew,” Travis smiled. “What does it mean?” “It says, ‘I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.” My eyes darted to his. “You weren’t happy with just one tattoo, you had to get two?” “It’s something I always said I would do when I met The One. I met you…I went and got the tats.” His smile faded when he saw my expression. “You’re pissed, aren’t you?” he said, pulling his shirt down.””
