“My hands come down to rest on top of corded forearms, my fingers tracing along the veins as my eyes slowly open, glancing down at the inked-up skin that’s wrapped around me. I’ve never been a big tattoo girl, but on him they’re so attractive they hurt to look at. The drawings are intricate, and I can’t help but wonder if maybe they’re his own. A way for his soul to shine through his skin.”
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