Novel & Cerita Cross With Butterfly Tattoo

CROSS I walked back into the room with two cups of hot chocolate. Cyrus was still lying face down at one corner of the bed, sulking. I shook my head slightly as I placed the cups down and climbed over to where he laid, waiting for him to move but remained stubbornly. A beautiful tattoo of a butterfly sat in the middle of his lower back. How come I'd never noticed it? His shoulders shuddered in a heavy breath. "Cyrus, come on. I made hot chocolate."

Who knew? The similarities made them smile. She hated to be tickled but accepted and sometimes even enjoyed when Blythe or Kate tortured her with it. Sawyer cried in front of both women, happy and sad tears depending on the occasion or discussion. She liked to grate on their nerves and gloat after the fact. The thoughtful blonde gave amazing gifts with something money couldn’t buy; Her time, attention, and love. Sawyer had become afraid of giving her whole self to another after being broken more times than she deserved. So she split herself up between Kate and Blythe, and created a tightly formed butterfly knot.

This time as she shimmied side to side, the top of the robe slid down, exposing her shoulders and upper back. Josie pulled it up, then lifted the back of it, giving him a quick playful flash of her blue thong. Kenny's breath caught when he saw it was little more than string between her cheeks, and he'd just gotten a quick glimpse of her entire ass. She went back to the top, lowering the robe, but this time let it slide all the way down her back. "What the fuck is that?" Kenny rose from behind the camera. On Josie's back, between her shoulder blades was a colorful butterfly tattoo. It was damn big, taking up the entire middle of her back. Above it, in a flowing cursive font was the word 'Beli

So they found my tattoo? Every Angel organization hunter must have angel wings tattooed on their body; I am no exception; my tattoo is on the left side of my waist. While I was in a daze, the blonde girl came to my side and was about to lift my T-shirt. I instinctively pushed her hand away in surprise. "Don't be afraid! I want to help you heal. I won't harm you." The blonde girl tried to reassure me. In her eyes, I felt she wasn't lying.

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

She has wide, bow-shaped lips, a small straight nose, and tattoos on both arms and hands of smoke that starts between her knuckles and swirls up and around her arms. He knows it flows up to and around her shoulders, meeting up with a back tattoo of a phoenix with some flowers, creating an intricate backdrop for the bird. The flowers have the names of those she's lost along the way hidden in their stamens and petals. She cups Kai’s cheek and he sighs, leaning into her touch,

He bent his head and tongued the tattoo on her right butt cheek. India sucked in a quick breath. Then he turned his head and tongued the tattoo on her left butt cheek. Another hissing intake of air. Colt flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her spine, over the infinity symbol—two long, twisted black lines—a tattoo that started above her butt and ended at the gigantic butterfly spread between her shoulder blades. No traditional tramp stamp for his India. Her skin was a canvas; every marking on her was a work of art.

She sniffled, trying to regain control. “When I felt I could move forward, I got the tattoo. The butterfly is a harlequin I remember chasing with my siblings in Puerto Rico. Butterflies are supposed to symbolize hope and transformation. The flowers are the white plumeria native to Puerto Rico and symbolize love and new beginnings.” She explained. “That’s beautiful and fitting.” I nodded. “Thanks…” she sighed as she leaned her head against me. “I haven’t told anyone, other than my therapist, that before. It feels good to tell someone else.”

“You don’t want to get to know me Kaden, you just wanna get into my panties.” He grinned. “How about I wanna get to know you and also get into your panties?” I smiled,shook my head and said nothing.My eyes caught sight of the sexy butterfly tattoo on his neck and I felt the urge to run my fingers over it. "May I?" I asked hesitantly, reaching out my hand. Kaden nodded, granting me permission. My fingers made contact with his neck, feeling the raised ink under my touch. The colors were even more vibrant up close, it was dark with the wings having a mix of blue,hue and gold.

And then he looks up at me in amusement. "I have a crazy idea." He says. "I don't know if you're up for it." "What is it?" "I think we should get matching tattoos." He suggests. "Me and you." "You have anything in mind?" "Yes." He nods. "Let's get a tattoo exactly like yours. But this time, we complete it." "I'm confused." I say. "What do you mean by 'complete it'?" "You have a tattoo of one wing, right? Make it two big wings to make it a whole butterfly. Complete it. And then I'll get a tattoo exactly like yours." He pauses. "Matching tattoos of a whole complete butterfly."