“Take a look, make sure it looks perfect before I print the stencil out.”
I nodded, studying his work. It really was perfect. Everything that I had wanted it to be. A raven outside it’s cage, eating carrion, a bleeding heart in its beak, and a tag around it’s leg that read 0620.
The day I was set free, and the day that Enoch returned to me.
I smiled, excited butterflies in my belly as I handed it back to him.
“It’s perfect. Seriously. I can’t wait.”
Cole smiled widely, rolling back to his computer to print the stencil.
“So…you’re really selling her?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “It’s a risk I’m just not interested in taking anymore.”
“Your boyfriend, Nox, he’s not making you sell it, right?”
I rolled my eyes with a scoff. “Please. He doesn’tmakeme do anything.”
Cole turned to look over his shoulder at me with a smirk, “I hope he makes you do at least one thing.”
“What?”
“Finish,” he said with a wiggle of his brows.
I flipped him off, my cheeks heating.
“You’re so fucking adorable to tease. You can’t hide your blush and I love it.”
“Fuck off, Cole,” I scowled.
He just laughed and brought the stencil over.
“Things going good with him?” he asked as he stopped in front of me once more, his knees popping through the holes on his jeans as he propped them up on the legs of the chair.
I smiled automatically, “Yeah. Really good. I’m…happy.”
“Are you happy because of him, or happy with life in general?”
I paused to think. “Both? I mean, he’s definitely a big reason why I’m happy, but…It’s hard to explain.”
“Well, I’m happy you’re happy. Forearm, right?”
I looked down, holding out my right arm and explained where I wanted the tattoo to start on the inside of my forearm. After he placed it and I went to look in the mirror I returned to the seat. He put on a clean pair of gloves, the rubber snapping over his hands and he took a breath.
“Just let me know when you need a break,” he said with a smile before adjusting my arm on the small, cushioned table. The tattoo gun switched on, and a whirring filled the room.
A surge of adrenaline spiked in my veins and my heart raced.
“You know, I used to have a crush on you,” he said, over the buzz of the gun. I stared as the needle touched the blue stencil ink.
The pain.
The delicious pain.
Holy fuck.
My eyes rolled back and I sighed, relaxing back into the chair as the endorphins hit.
