The tattoo

Jane

I watched him move and all I could think of was that night. It had to be him. He was the one I had slept with that night.

“Alright, we’re all set,” he said after brushing his teeth as he joined me in the shower.

I smiled at him but could not take off the resemblance to his figure, the tattoos and how he had handled me during sex. It felt like the sex I had had at the bar that night.

It was too soon, but I knew I could bring up something.

“Did you ever go to another pack recently?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe you visited a bar and you slept with a lady?”

“What are you talking about?” his narrowed eyes told me all I needed to know. He didn’t know what I was talking about and he was not about to fall into my question asking mood.

With a sigh, I dropped the topic.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he played with my feet while massaging it from the other side of the bathtub.

“Yeah,” I smiled, enjoying the moment.

Staring at the man before me I could not believe he was capable of ca