Falling for a John
I retort.
He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it."
I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress.
His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.
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