Couple Fingerprint Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

The half tattoo is faded, but there’s just enough of it left that I’m able to make out the letters written in cursive and divided from the top half. J.A It doesn’t take me long enough to figure out that the words—or what’s left of it— are initials. One that once stood for Jey and Anthony. It’s that obvious. What I see on his once full finger is a ring. Branded into flesh. The kind you don’t slip on or off or lose—but bleed through. My hand trembles slightly as I reach for his. I gently trace the edge of the scar with my fingertip. Light and careful, like it might vanish if I touch it too hard.

He spoke, his voice hoarse. In the next thirty minutes, we arrived at a tattoo shop. Zayden was unbelievable. Did I want a tattoo? Absolutely not! But did I have a choice? Absolutely not! And why is that? Because my dear husband had my name tattooed on his chest, right where his heart was and on his ring finger. I was beyond overwhelmed with how my name was tattooed on his finger. My name was written three times around his finger, just like a ring with small hearts separating each name.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

I ask dreamily. He crouches down and shows me his hand. On his wedding ring finger, where his band should be is a tattoo. It's links of chain, swollen and red, circling his finger. I use my hand to turn his over. "We're chained together, Melina. I want to put a matching one on you." He wipes a tear off my cheek. "I know waiting is hard but you won't leave this house without me. Tomorrow I'll take you out for a short time but you put me and my men in danger when that happens." I feel like an idiot. He's right, it is dangerous. "I'm sorry," I say with trembling lips. "I'm going stir crazy." His smile is gentle and my heart turns to mush.

“Please see yourself off the floor before I call for Security.” … Even if the city barely changed in those four years, Gryphon still found the view especially melancholic at night. His only memory of a stroll was with Andrea during their many adventures. His left hand even tingled at the reminder of the tattoo they got for themselves. On his wrist was a lion’s head with a chain running around like a band. It was connected to a golden band on his ring finger, with a chain link that followed his bone. Getting this tattoo was a real nightmare, but he decided to be tough since they had a tacit agreement that whoever screamed by then was the loser. As for whatever the price was, Gryphon didn’t ma