Novel & Cerita Your Stuck On Me Like A Tattoo

After three years in a psychiatric hospital, I finally escape. Three years ago, I watched my fiance, Ethan Cregger, die in a car accident right in front of me. Already born with a heart condition, I spiraled under the weight of grief. Then everything else fell apart. My family lost everything. Dad seemed to age overnight. Mom cried until there were no tears left. Adrian Mercer, my childhood friend, gave up the money he'd saved to study abroad just to pay for my treatment. Even my younger sister, Mia Bennett, worked three jobs and begged me through tears not to give up on life. Not wanting to burden them any further, I voluntarily admitted myself to a psychiatric hospital. Three years l

"That sounds very unhealthy, Scarlet. Don't tell me that I have to remind you to do so even though you are far away, you know your hygiene—" "Fuck, I still have my glasses on." I cut in, now realizing I'm sweaty as well. What the fuck? Had he seen me like that? What was he thinking? He probably thought I was a klutz. Jesus, how can I do this to myself? "Scarlet." The use of my real name has me snapping back to reality, my reply coming out in a tired drawl, "What?" "Do you still like him?"

'You know I want you it's not a secret I try to hide, I know you want me so don't keep saying our hands are tied, you claim it's not in the tide', Running a towel through my wet hair, I walked out of my bathroom and followed the sound of my ringing tone, it was from my favorite movie, 'the greatest showman', my phone lay on a side of my bed, I sang along as I picked the phone up and answered the call, it was my mum.

An animated daisy with a smiley face in its bright yellow center decorated his skin at the base of his left big toe. “The moral to this story is never pass out drunk when Eric Sticks is picking out your wicked awesome tattoo.” “And it’s permanent?” “Yeah, until I get it removed.” He grinned. “Or maybe I’ll keep it. No one will see it there. Unless I go to the beach.” She was surprised he seemed so cool with it. Shouldn’t he be upset that a friend had tricked him into getting an embarrassing tattoo while he was too drunk to stop it? “Didn’t you get mad?”

I placed my hands on his chest to steady myself, bouncing slightly on his thighs, stifling a small moan when I felt his shaft harden behind my ass crack. “What about this one?” I leaned forward, squinting at a tattoo I hadn’t noticed before. It looked like a bird… or a dead bird, etched under his bicep. The ink was rough and fuzzy, like it had been done in a rush… no like it was done by a toddler. Adrian glanced at it, then quickly looked away. I didn’t miss the slight expression that flashed across his face. “It’s nothing,” he responded too fast. I leaned closer, mouthing the words written beneath it.

Three fucking hours, and my girl still wasn’t here. I stared down at the fresh tattoo on my chest, visible where my shirt hung open. Her name “Anita” is woven into the stem of a black rose. The ink was still slightly raised, still tender. Levi’s mocking voice echoed in my head again. “You could never get her to love you.”

— My ultimate goal is to have the tattoo with the words ' Hold on On 'in the inside of one of my fingers. How considerate of you. I would love to know why. “Oh yeah, that's what kept me going, the fact that no matter how low I felt, I had to hang on. And, you know, because of the song?— . -What? Was it yours? From Jonas- _ -Nope! Charlotte, you are being ridiculous. —I was kidding, of course I heard that melody. Everything will be fine-. When I was in therapy for PTSD, "Yeah, I don't know why, but it just seemed right to get a tattoo of that image."

He grabs my wrist and kneels above me. “Anata no tame ni yoyaku-zumi, Reserved for you? For me?” he read my tattoo and tighten his grip on my wrist. “Your tattoo is turning me on, don’t you know that’s illegal?” he leans down and whispers that on my ears as he bites my helix. “Illegal?” I whisper. “Yes, because it’s tempting me to plant my seed on you.” I don’t know but that just heat up everything inside of me. “Ahhh…” I have a heavy breath when I felt his hands slowly pulling my underwear down.

Soonie noticed too, her breath hitching as he reached forward again, this time slower, and brushed his thumb along the ink. It flaked. A sticker. A damn sticker. The realization hit like cold water. His anger faltered, his hand lowering. “What the hell…” he muttered. Soonie jerked her wrist away, her voice shaking. “It’s not real. I got it for a charity event the company did days ago. It's a temporary ink tattoo for the children’s hospital. It washes off. The real one’s on my shoulder, not my wrist.” Damon stared at her, guilt and disbelief crashing into each other.

he grabbed my hip possessively “.... is mine. Even if you’re out there playing pretend with Jax or whoever.” I shoved his chest but didn’t push hard. “You’re jealous as hell and it’s showing, big guy. And a D? Like Damien? Or dick? Because both fit you right now.” I was rambling, words tumbling out fast while my brain screamed bad idea but my body stayed put, dick twitching traitorously. “This is so dumb. I’m letting a jealous not-gay guy tattoo his initial on me after he just made me come my brains out. I need therapy. Serious therapy. Or a lobotomy.” He laughed and grabbed my arm, tugging me onto my stomach. “Shut up and lie still. It’ll be quick. I know what I’m doing.”