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I slowly turned around, caged in his arms, and slowly undressed him.
“Why are your tattoos only on your arms and hands,” I asked, running my hands over his bare chest, no ink in sight. No ink on his legs or back. Just full arm sleeves.
He smiled.
“I just wasn’t into going everywhere. I figured I’d pick one area and concentrate on that, maybe branch out, but I never have. Plus the scars I had from some shit growing up were all on my arms. Why don’t you have any at all,” he asked, kissing my shoulder, then my neck.
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