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Willow and I lay in bed, fully aware that work awaited us, yet we had no desire to move. She nestled on my chest, running her fingers over my tattoo, tracing the lines while I caressed her back and sides, savoring the feel of her soft skin. The covers didn’t fully cover us, but our close proximity kept the chill at bay.
“When did you get this tattoo? I don’t remember ever seeing photos of you with it, and you’ve been caught with your shirt off plenty of times,” she teased.
I chuckled softly. “Last year.”
“So it’s fairly new?”
“It is,” I confirmed.
“Why did you decide to get it?” she asked.
“Just wanted a change. Something to make me stand out,” I explained.
“Stand out?”
“There’s an exact copy of me out there,” I reminded her.
“I see,” she said with a playful smile, continuing to trace her fingers along my neck before grazing the mark on my shoulder. A warm tingling sensation ran through me before she moved back down to my chest.
“Why didn’t you tell me yesterday?” I inquired.
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