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Even back when we were teenagers. Now, though…hell, I don't know that I've ever seen anyone that looks as holy-shit-hot as Marcus does with his shirt off. When I last saw him, he had one tattoo on his shoulder, but now they snake around his forearms and biceps and cover his chest. His very broad, very defined chest.

The light traveled over the line of his shoulders and the slope of his spine I noticed a tattoo on his back close to his shoulders I hadn’t picked up before: a spider inked over what looked like the faded outline of a skull. Faint shadows of the old design showed beneath the new one. I considered asking, but some things felt private, like bookmarks in someone else’s book. I let it be.

He never really mentioned her much, but they had issues. LuciferessX: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves… Reign707: I’ll try not to Lol. You owe me a picture, remember? Of your new tattoo? Oh yeah! I look down at my right shoulder. I had a tattoo of vines, with small thorns and red roses that spread from my shoulder down the right side of my breast and to my waist, as well as the full sleeve of my right arm. Well, if he wants a picture…

He groans and begins to take off his top. Fuck. I hiss as I see his torso on display. His pecs are huge and well defined from working out in the gym like he does. His shoulders are broad and I spot a new tattoo on his right shoulder. I know all of Dante’s tatts from seeing him at family barbecues and in the summer swimming in the outdoor pool at Isaac’s. “What is that, it has writing on it?” From where I am lying I can’t make out the writing, it looks to be in italic.

My eyes dropped before I could stop them. To his back. And that was when my stomach flipped. A tattoo stretched across his shoulder blade, dark against his skin. Not small. Not decorative. It wasn’t something you’d forget once you saw it. The shape wasn’t perfectly clear in the dim light, but the placement was unmistakable. My mind latched onto it immediately. The club. The low lighting. The bodies are half-hidden in shadow. That same broad back. That same build. I had told myself it was impossible. That memory could be unreliable. That desire and fear blurred things together.

From a distance, I hadn't really noticed that there was a snake in this tattoo, but it turned out that the snake clutching the eagle looked very real when approached. “I guess 10 years ago,” Chris turned around and looked at me, who was still leaning over to look at the tattoo. He pulled me back into his lap, and I didn't mind at all. At first, I didn't notice because the car lights were left dim with little light. However, now I could see that... he had a wound on his shoulder. “What is it?” I brought my hand to his chest and touched the edge of the plaster that was there. “Are you hurt?” I remembered that he had gotten a similar plaster after I shot his arm a few weeks ago.

“You got another tattoo??” Em didn’t like the way he said it. Quinn was covered in tattoos. He had a huge wolf on his shoulder, several arrows and symbols all over his arms and chest and neck. He had a huge tattoo on his back that reminded her of their town. It was a lake and a mountain surrounded by trees. She thought it was beautiful, even though she had never seen it up close.

“I'm fine; I feel sick; I should return to my room.” “Jade, if this is about the call—” “It’s not,” she said quickly, brushing past me. “I promise.” I followed her to the door, my gaze landing on the tattoo I saw when we made love the last time on her shoulder. “Hold on, Jade,” I said. “What’s that?” She turned, confusion flashing across her face. “What?” “That… tattoo,” I said, motioning. “On your shoulder.” She looked down and laughed a little like it didn't matter. “Oh, it's not a tattoo. It’s a birthmark.”

A second masked man had appeared and had succinctly sneaked up to deliver the blow. Fuck it! Fuck being weak! Before my consciousness went off, I caught sight of the tattoo mark on the shoulder of the second man. His sleeveless arm featured the tattoo of a tiger, a snake and a crown. That insignia was very familiar. But my brain couldn't conjure where I had seen it before. I kept staring at it as my eyes shuttered to a close, just then an image popped up in my mind's eye. Wait….what the actual hell?

She didn’t seem rebellious enough to get a tattoo. “Why did you get it?” “Because there’s a scar on my shoulder,” Zoey said evenly. There was nothing for her to hide anyway. The scar wouldn’t disappear despite all the ointments and creams she rubbed on it. She hadn’t had the money to get surgery to remove the scar either, but when she saw the tattoo shop near her school, she impulsively rushed in and dropped six hundred dollars on a tattoo. That expense was enough to make her internally weep for a long while.