روايات وقصص ضمن Your Stuck On Me Like A Tattoo

Oh god, how am I supposed to remember how I got this tattoo now? I'm doomed again!

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

“Even when I gain a hundred pounds from stress-binging on spring rolls and crispy duck?” “Yeah.” He stroked the forget-me-not tattoo on her neck, cherishing what it represented to both of them. “Yeah, even then.”

Beneath the carved warning, four crude tally marks stood out. After a moment's thought, I took the utility knife and carved another stroke into my skin. Searching my pockets, I found a folded scrap of paper… and a few more hidden in the corners of my room. [The monster is tampering with my memory. Trust no one. Not even myself.] [The monster's cycle isn't endless. If you can't escape within a set number of loops, you will die. Permanently.]

"So darlin, darlin, Stand by me, oh, stand by me. Oh, stand, stand by me, stand by me." Carlos grabbed me and claimed my lips. "Forever, Baby." He whispered in my ear. I stood up and removed my hoodie. I was still in a tank top. Pulling my hair up, I revealed a new tattoo on my neck that Said " Stand by me". It was placed by the Archangel tattoo. Carlos smiled, grabbing me by my arms and pulling me close to him. "I love you, Maria." I teared up.

My number 22 tattoo burned searingly. "Ruby, how'd you like an offer to work here?"

I don’t know why I was being bashful like that. Clay’s seen me naked twice. So what was the big deal now? Maybe it’s because he touched the tattoo. I shouldn’t be so weird about it. Of course, he’d be interested in the tattoo. Tattoos typically have a meaning to a person, and mine is no different. I still feel like we aren’t close enough to tell him the purpose of my tattoo.

Luke's awe was clear as Clay finished my tattoo, his skilled hands bringing to life the intricate design we'd agreed upon. It was more than ink on skin; it was a symbol of our intertwined lives, our shared journey. The art was so quintessentially us, capturing the essence of our bond in bold, swirling lines and shaded crescents.