I waited (impatiently, might I add) for Luke to finish up with his client and as soon as he got near the counter, I jumped into his arms, kissing him deeply. He kissed me back for a minute before pulling back and looking at me in surprise.
“What was that for?” he asked. “Not that I’m complaining, but…” He grinned at me.
“Just because I love you and because you drew me the perfect tattoo and because you listen when I talk.”
“Did you find one that you like?” He set me on my feet and grabbed the stack, looking at the one I’d left on top. He smiled down at me as I burrowed into his side. “I figured this would be the one. Don’t know why I even drew any of the others up afterwards.”
I shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I still cant get them, you know.” I grinned up at him mischievously as he laughed and hugged me close.
“And to think you were yelling at Allie about not getting one the first time you walked into my shop. Scared to death…” he trailed off, chuckling.
“Yeah, I know. And look what it got me. I’m stuck with you, Brandon, Jackson, and Doug for the rest of my life. What’d I do to deserve that?” I asked teasingly.
“You complainin’, sugar?” he drawled.
“Nope.”
“Didn’t think so. Now lets go stick some needles in you!” I laughed as he pulled me down the hall into his studio.
It hurt way worse than my first one, but I got my tattoo. I was in love with it almost as much as I was with Luke.
And for the record…sex in the tattoo studio is HOT. Just sayin’.
