Broken Bond
I smile inwardly, remembering he said that red was his favorite color.
He nods, selecting the red ink and uncapping the little vial. Then he sits on the edge of the bed, plugging in the tattoo gun and switching it on. “Let me show you, first.”
I scooch closer, watching as he dips the needle into the red ink. He brings it over his thigh where he’s already got a tattoo of a red skull. “Put your hand over mine,” Callum murmurs, and I do as he instructs, holding my breath as he guides the gun down onto his skin. “Feel the amount of pressure? You’ve got to dig in a little to get beneath the skin.”
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