Stepbrother's Darling
“I can’t, and my boobs aren’t as big as yours, so it won’t look that nice.”
The piercer, a man in his late thirties, lowers his gaze to my chest and then looks at me. “Nonsense, they’re just fine, I’ve pierced smaller. If you want to? Get it.”
“I’m good,” I shake my head again.
But the devil on my shoulder is asking me why not? It’s giving me reasons to get the piercing. “Did they hurt?”
Arielle’s eyes widen, and she shakes her head, “Solid two out of ten on the pain scale, and trust me, I’m a huge baby about pain.”