Marco Perego and Zoe Saldana are definitely closer than your average couple. The actress recently revealed she’s had her husband’s actual face inked to her body.
While no one has actually gotten a glimpse of it, Zoe confirmed that the tattoo sits proudly on her rib cage during an appearance on The Late Late Show with James Corden.
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The actress confessed that it had taken her a good two years to finally get it done and that she felt it was only right considering Perego has her face tattooed onto his arm. “We’re those kind of people,” Zoe had joked. “Oh, come on, be happy for us. He’s had my face on his arm, so it’s only fair.”
She also confided that although her hubby’s tat is out in the open for all to see, she wanted hers in a place that was more personal. “You want it to be in a place that’s private,” she said, “that you only show when you’re, like, in a bathing suit.”
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