“I was hormonal,” she stated in her defense. But she tilted the guitar a bit more, getting it at just the right angle before she pointed down into the sound hole. There, in a smaller version of her script, was the word mine. “But I was angry that night. And felt stupid for actually telling Mercedes to go through with whatever you had in mind with her that time.”
She slowly placed it back down before she turned in his arms, wrapping her own around his neck. “Sorry I never told you about it,” she apologized to him. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his before she pulled away. “I’m also sorry I seemed to push you away into another person’s arms.”
A slight frown appeared on his face when he saw what was carved into the guitar surface. If he didn’t regret the thing with Mercedes then, he certainly did now. “Don’t be sorry, babe. I was an ass then. And not just a badass,” he chuckled a bit, still not smiling completely, “I woulda pushed me away too. Mercedes was cool and all, and San was…fun too, I guess. But I think you’re theonly girl who I felt actually owned my ass. Even before…y’know…babygate.” With a half smile, he kissed her again; A little deeper than usual. Or at least, lately.