Dying to Love You
He hesitated before taking it, his calloused fingers warm against mine.
"Nervous, Shade?" I teased.
"Please," he scoffed, but his grip tightened slightly when the needle first made contact.
Rafael's sun design was simpler than my constellation, a circle with short, straight rays extending outward, creating a stylized sun that matched the simplicity of my stars. Watching the needle trace black lines into his skin, marking him permanently with something that connected to me, made my heart race in a way that had nothing to do with my CF.
"You two known each other long?" Kev asked as he worked, clearly sensing a story.
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