The Destiny of Violet and Luke

I shrug, my fingers knotted in her hair. “I went through this phase where every time I was feeling shitty, I’d get a tattoo.”
“You have a lot.”
“I felt shitty a lot.” I pause, running my finger down the back of her neck while my other hand travels up her rib cage, across the dark lines of the tattoo. “What about yours? Do they mean anything?”
She peers up at me through her lashes. “The stars do.”
My fingers land on the spot where I know the stars are inked. “What do they mean?”

Coming from Mr. Stoically Aloof.”