Eighteen Wheeler
“Are you ready for this? We don’t have to do it now. We can wait. I don’t mind,” Button said trying to catch his breath.
“No, I’m ready. I’ve been ready for a while and I think it’s time,” Mirabelle puffed. The excitement was plain on her face.
“If you’re sure,” Button said with his heart racing.
“Let’s do this,” Mirabelle said grabbing Button’s hand as they ran across the street into the tattoo parlor. They were getting matching tattoos, small ones. Both were getting a