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Damien’s shoulder. She had seen it before without paying much attention, the large tattoo resting against his skin on his shoulder like something decorative, something chosen. It was shaped like a flower, dark and detailed, but the more she thought about it now, the more something about it stood out. It didn’t align the way it should have. The lines felt forced, slightly uneven, as though the design had been shaped around something else instead of standing on its own. It carried a subtle imperfection that didn’t match the man who wore it.

He hands me a set of clothes and I change into them. I feel clean and a little better. He unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the ground. I swallow a large lump of saliva. My eyes roam his body. Wow, it's fucking amazing. Toned and made up of muscle. My eyes soak it all up. Gosh, this image will forever be in my head. I'll probably be dreaming about his body tonight. It's now where I see the full view of his tattoos. I want to know the story behind them. He has a full sleeve bear tattoo inked on his right shoulder that continues till his right hand and connects to it climbing a tree to chest inked on his right shoulder.

Chase averted his eyes from his phone and looked at Sophia who had just finished getting her tattoo. "Look,” She nudged her chin towards her left shoulder. She was wearing an off-shoulder top, so it was easy to look at the tattoo on her shoulder. CR. His initials. That was what was tattooed there on her left shoulder. It was tattooed in a cursive design similar to the one he had on his gun and the ring they had used for their wedding. That explained the reason why she wanted his gun. He looked back at her, seeing the giddy look on her face as she waited patiently for him to react or say something.

"Yep. They're on my hips, shoulders, waist and ankles. And this really awesome one around my eyes. I think I like this one the best." "I like the ones on your shoulders, they look like tribal tattoos." Ally laid back and picked up some meat. "Thank you for whatever meal this would be, Salax." "No problem," he grinned and walked out, going to do whatever it was he always did when he disappeared. "I forbid you to get any more diseases, do you hear me, young lady?"

Right there, above her navel is the mark. I take in the black and white flowers tattooed over her right shoulder. The delicate leaves end right beneath her key bone and it seems to climb behind her shoulder too. A black lily climbs its way up the side of her left hip. The same lily in white is wrapped around yhe the black one snaking down it.

After all, Sean was supposed to be sleeping in the small room outside hers, and only Harvey and Shelly would be staying in the same room with her, so there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Staring at Bonnie and Shelly, Harvey's attention was immediately grabbed by a rose tattoo on Bonnie's right shoulder. "I never thought you'd be the type to get a tattoo, Bonnie." Bonnie froze, then chuckled. "I got it just to conceal a birthmark on my shoulder."

“Tattoo? He tattooed his body? And that ….” Bintang paused, walking with her eyes fixed on Langit’s shoulder. They finally entered the elevator, with Bintang standing behind him, her gaze unable to leave the tattoo inked on the man in front of her. 'Why would Langit tattoo a star on his shoulder?' she wondered silently. Langit stood relaxed, unfazed and unashamed even though he was shirtless. His body was often seen by many people during summer when he sunbathed at the beach; being seen at a hotel this time meant nothing to him.

He was watching the tattoo on my neck. I only had a black Grecian top on me, and there was no strip on my left shoulder. I followed Al's eyes and looked on my own shoulder. The tattoo I had was huge, it covered most of my left shoulder from the back of my ear to almost my breast. "May I?" Al murmured, gazing at me. I pulled my hair to my right shoulder, revealing the full tattoo for him. Al grabbed my arm as he stared at the tattoo. His hand was shivering slightly. But then, to my surprise, he leaned over and pressed his lips on my shoulder.

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.”

He almost laughed at what it formed: a shoulder. The scholar had a blue tattoo of a shoulder on his left shoulder. It almost seemed poetic. The man moved almost indiscernibly and he backed away. He’d seen a lot of poetic tattoos like that in the last two years. A red head on a man’s head, a blue thigh on a man’s thigh. “So you’re Merdendi,” he said to the man.