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Lash smiled before putting on another serious tone. “Oh, and one more thing Jack,” he said, putting down a… two… marking tattoo? “I couldn’t help but wonder why you both have one in each pocket,” Dr. Lash said, making Jack sweat hard. “Don’t tell me that you were planning to…”

"Well, I suppose it's time to get ready. Edward brought us some clothes. Said for us to look our best." Jack pulled his worn t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the chair. Jill looked at him. His brown hair a mess, the stubble on his chin, the definition in his chest and abs. She'd always found Jack handsome. But they were best friends. As much as she'd love for it to be more than that, there is no way she could let Jack know her true feelings for him. What if he didn't feel the same way she did? Wouldn't that ruin the friendship they've been over all these years?

Technically, I'm not lying. "Oh..." Sally arches an eyebrow. "So his name is weird, and he is hot with a tattoo. He seems to want a family, but you suddenly don't want it even though it has been your dream to start a family? You're not lying to us about this guy's existence, right?" "What?!" I exclaim. "No!" Sally lifts her hand in defeat. "Alright, whatever you say, girl, but this 'Thail' guy sounds a little too good to be true..."

“No way. I can take it. This tattoo is important to me, Alex.” I grin at her response. That’s my Stella—stubborn and determined to the core. She bites her lip, and her grip on my hand tightens as the needle continues its work. I stroke her knuckles with my thumb, hoping to ease some of her discomfort. “Just think about how amazing it’ll look once it’s done.” She grins at me. “I can’t wait.” Minutes later, the artist finishes, and the designs are perfect. On my wrist, the heart has the letter ‘S’ inscribed inside, and on hers, an elegant A.

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

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?

“Since the tattoo is a surprise, can you at least tell me where you’ll do it?” “On the lower part of your back.” After a little while, he comes back to me and starts tattooing me. “For having a needle on my skin, I don’t feel any pain.” “That’s because I’m amazing.” After half an hour, he announces that he’s finished. “Already?” I ask, bewildered. James nods, a strange smile on his face. “Look at yourself in the mirror.” I do and am shocked. “James… Why is there a tattoo on my back of you and the nun from The Conjuring hugging each other?”

She couldn’t shake the image of Jackie and Kai—Jackie’s moans, her delighted face, his strong hands grabbing her ass, pulling her closer. “I know!” Carol suddenly shouted. “The tattoo.” “What tattoo?” Darina asked. “There was a crescent moon tattoo on the guy’s hand, just below the knuckles. Kai doesn’t have a tattoo. That wasn’t him.” “But the hair, the body… she called him Kai,” Darina murmured, still unsure. “It wasn’t Kai,” Carol said firmly.

Arguing with her at this moment seem pointless, I decide to avert her attention by asking the question I've always wanted to ask. “The butterfly tattoo on your back, how long has it been there?” I asked. She scoffed. “Since high school, just like my brother, my parent are very religious, and they'll kill me if they find out that I got a tattoo”. She laughs, “Actually, Sally drew the tattoo. She used to say; butterflies are God's proof that we'll be….” “..... Given a second chance” I interrupt impulsively, it feels like I've heard such before.

Cade slipped off his jacket to hang up in his bedroom, but he took a step back when Quinn leaned forward to study the ink on his arms. “Sorry.” Quinn smiled at him. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Is that your work?” “Some,” Cade said, glancing at it indifferently. “I go to different artists to do the ink. I like their work. You like tattoos?” “I always have.” Quinn took off his own jacket and pushed up the sleeves of his sweater to reveal full sleeves of work. “Nice!” Cade leaned forward to study Quinn’s arms. “That’s Jack Booker, isn’t it?”