“You want me to do what?” I screeched.
He winked, “I want you to tattoo your name right over my heart.”
I stared at him, then I accused, “You lied to me.”
He frowned, “The fuck I have.”
“I asked you what your malfunction was. It’s obvious you have one,” I growled.
He tossed his head back and roared with laughter.
While he was doing that, O gave me a tattoo gun and a prep thingy that was made of synthetic fake skin.
I swallowed, then looked at Grey, and said, “Are you sure?”
He nodded, “Oh yeah.”
I sighed, “And if you get tired of me? You’ve only known me for three days.”
His face seemed to sober and clear, allowing me to see honesty in his eyes. “You said it, baby.”
Then he repeated my words back to me from my night at the clubhouse when I was drunk but spoke the truth.
“It used to be you met someone, and you knew. You just knew. You didn’t waste your time on someone who didn’t deserve you. You knew.”
I swallowed, then nodded, and practiced.
A few lines and shading techniques, then O nodded and pointed at Grey.
I guess it was time.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” I shared.
He winked, “I know.”
I closed my eyes as I face planted into his chest, which caused him to chuckle, then he shared, “We don’t have to, baby girl. We can wait. Make me work for it. Up to you.”
“You want this?” I asked.
He winked down at me, “I want you. I want to show you that I’m in. I want to show the world that I’m in.”
Forty-five minutes later, there, right over his heart, was my name.
My hands shook as I placed the tattoo gun down on the metal cart and looked up at O, “Well?”
He winked, “You want a job, you let me know. Never seen anyone take to it that quickly and not make a mistake.”
At his words, I felt so much pride in myself that it wasn’t even funny.
Grey smiled.
After O placed some clear plastic thingy over the tattoo, he got dressed.
My body was shaking.
Grey saw it and then wrapped me in his arms and held on tightly.
I leaned into his touch, loving the feel of being there.
