" He locked both arms around her. “The tattoo stays, it’s hot. Want me to get your name inked on me?” She opened her mouth to say no, but she’d be lying if she said her name on his skin didn’t hold some appeal. God, she was getting as bad as he was. “How about on my arm?” “No. That’s boring.” “How about over my heart then?” “No. That’s corny.” He frowned. “Is not.” “Is too.” Stubborn bitch. “We’ll discuss it later. "

― Suzanne Wright , Wicked Cravings (The Phoenix Pack, #2)