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He was seated on his chair, shirtless, his upper torso on full display. His strong biceps flexed as he typed away on the laptop. My eyes fell on his abs and my mouth went dry. He had the most chiseled six pack abs I had ever seen. The V-lines of his lower stomach were a sight to see and his skin was smooth and tan. I gulped. He had tattoos that covered his right arm, and I wondered what they meant. My eyes went back to his abs, and I had the sudden urge to trace every muscle and dip. I shook my head, not understanding where these thoughts were coming from.

His Dad told us to go ahead and grab one of the boxes and take it downstairs. We sat on the couch and watched a movie and ate pizza. "It's hot down here," Gordie said. He stood up and pulled his shirt off. I softly gasped. His chest and stomach were covered with soft brown hair. He was slightly overweight and his pecs and stomach looked soft and he had the beginnings of love handles. He had a sun design tattoo on his upper left bicep and a tribal arm band around the same arm. Gordie flexed his arm and asked, "You like my tats?"

Closing the gap between them, Kate’s hands slid to his biceps, allowing the intoxicating smell of his cologne permeate her senses, “I know. You say stupid things because you’re scared. You really have to work on that.” “Yeah, I do. I... I will,” he paused, glancing down at the floor as his arm rose to sheepishly scratch his neck. The cursive handwriting scrawled across his inner bicep was visible and Kate’s core clenched. It was just another tattoo she hadn’t had a chance to memorize yet. “Are you... do you think you’ll...”

"Master, I’m just a bit tired. I want to take a break for a while." Bernard narrowed his eyes and suddenly lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing a daisy tattoo on my waist. Upon closer inspection, he realized the tattoo was meant to cover a long scar that resembled a centipede. "Girl, what on earth happened to you?!"

The door to Room 244 is ajar, and when I push it open a little wider, I find the handyman inside, working on the window. For a moment, I just stand there watching. His cheap T-shirt is thin enough that I can see the muscles of his back shift as he moves his arm. I didn't notice it before, but there's a dark tattoo circling his right bicep. I wonder how many more he has hidden beneath his clothes. I place my hand on the door, swinging it all the way open, and he turns. The surprise in his eyes shifts quickly to pleasure.

It felt like something I should have known, something that would reveal more about who he was. Liam didn’t even flinch as the needles began their work on his bicep. His jaw was set, his eyes focused, enduring the pain with a quiet strength that left me in awe. The process seemed to take forever, the room filled with the rhythmic sound of the needle tool and hushed whispers of those watching. Finally, the artist leaned back, satisfied with his work. Liam stood, rolling his shoulder to shake off the stiffness, and turned to show me the tattoo. My breath caught in my throat. It was a window, with the figure of a girl sitting inside, engrossed in a book.

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.

“So you're admitting that he is hot.” “Yes he is, but that doesn't mean I like him, he was nice to me but I could tell he was a bad one,” I chuckled. “And why do you say that?” Mel questioned “He has a tattoo on his bicep, a crescent moon.” “Crescent moon?” She asked.

The bitch is supporting his son and the others in doing this so he can go to hell for all I care. "The decorated one." Shade says nodding to the stencil in Rux's right hand. Mr. Rux beams and hands the stencil over to the tattoo artist. The bald man with a bushy beard is covered in tattoos and seems to in his fifties. He doesn't spare the chains around my wrist a glance as he grabs my forearm and twists it so that the underside of it faces upwards. All business, he shaves and cleans where the tattoo will be. He places the stencil so it begins right beneath the crease between my forearm and arm. I stay still. If this is going to happen then I at least don't want it to be a shitty tattoo. It'l

"They stopped suddenly, too, as if he thought we were a...lost cause." Tristan's gaze met hers. "Was there anything else you can recall about the man tonight?" She went to shake her head, but then something flickered to mind. "He had a tattoo on his left pec, over his heart. It was about three inches long." She straightened, making Brady shift his hand to her hip. "I need something to draw on." Ceara stood and went to a shelf, bringing back a pad of paper and pen.