the sign on the building in front of us read TATTOO, I turned my wide-eyed expression to Avery.
He laughed, “Surprise! At the park the other day you kept saying how much you wanted to get one, but that you didn’t think you were brave enough. I figured I’d at least offer to be your hand to hold if you wanted to take the leap.”
I shook my head and laughed out of sheer disbelief. Of all the things I thought we might do, this never even crossed my mind. Surprisingly, I was thrilled. I had spent a great deal of time fawning all over his ink at the park, spurring on a long conversation about how I really wanted one, but lacked the courage to make the jump. My parents would literally kill me; I was sure of it. However, the thought didn’t even worry me. I wanted this and I couldn’t think of anyone I would rather have by my side right now than Avery. He fueled something so powerful inside of me that I didn’t need a moment to second guess myself. Unbuckling my belt, I turned to his hesitant eyes and gave him a mischievous grin .
“What are you waiting for? Let’s go!”
When we were finally seated in a small cubicle area, a stocky, bald tattoo artist named Bud told me to hop up on his table and pick my poison. I glanced around in amazement; the walls were lined with hundreds of tattoos in all various styles and sizes. It was all a bit overwhelming. I had thought about tattoos before, but what to pick for my first?—I really hadn’t thought that far ahead. Avery came up behind me, leaving his seat in the corner, and gently brushed the hair off the back of my neck to one side. I felt his warm breath on my skin as he whispered something in my ear, but the fluttering I felt completely distracted me from anything else. And then it hit me—I knew exactly what I wanted.
“Hmm?” I asked, turning my attention back to him as he stepped in front of me.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he spoke softly again, his gray eyes looking down at me. I shook my head.
“Nope, I know what I want. Hey Bud? Can you do a few butterflies along my hipbone? But can you make the bodies of them music notes?”
I heard a gruff sounding,”Yerp,” as he set about getting out all the supplies he needed.
Avery looked slightly baffled, but then a huge smile spread across his face. He leaned in, slid a hand against my cheek, tipping my face back. When he was close enough to kiss me, he murmured, “That is going to look so smokin’ hot,” against my mouth, enunciating each word so slowly that I whimpered. Dear god. That man was getting me all hot and bothered, and with just the gentle grazing of his lips, and the raspy sound of his voice. I shivered slightly, hoping he would kiss me, but Bud was finally ready to start.
Before I knew it, we were finished and Avery was right, it was an extremely hot tattoo. Once he had held my hand and I had those stormy eyes to stare into, I didn’t feel a thing. Five little, quarter-size treble clef butterflies now fluttered their way up my lower stomach, along the side of my hip bone. It could easily be hidden by jeans, but I would know it was there—and that’s what mattered most. I couldn’t help but blush furiously while smiling from ear to ear. I loved it and everything it stood for.
Avery snuck up behind me in the mirror, and slid his arms around me, as I quickly pulled up my leggings and pulled my dress down.
“So what does it mean?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
Game face. Do not let the boy know it’s about him or he will probably make for the hills , my inner voice shouted, shaking a finger at me.
“I just thought it would be pretty, plus you know I had to incorporate music in there somehow.”
He just nodded and took my hand as we made our way out the door.
We ended up just having ice cream for dinner, and by the time we were done, it was already dark outside. We laughed as we got into the car and realized that we both had whipped cream
He laughed, “Surprise! At the park the other day you kept saying how much you wanted to get one, but that you didn’t think you were brave enough. I figured I’d at least offer to be your hand to hold if you wanted to take the leap.”
I shook my head and laughed out of sheer disbelief. Of all the things I thought we might do, this never even crossed my mind. Surprisingly, I was thrilled. I had spent a great deal of time fawning all over his ink at the park, spurring on a long conversation about how I really wanted one, but lacked the courage to make the jump. My parents would literally kill me; I was sure of it. However, the thought didn’t even worry me. I wanted this and I couldn’t think of anyone I would rather have by my side right now than Avery. He fueled something so powerful inside of me that I didn’t need a moment to second guess myself. Unbuckling my belt, I turned to his hesitant eyes and gave him a mischievous grin .
“What are you waiting for? Let’s go!”
When we were finally seated in a small cubicle area, a stocky, bald tattoo artist named Bud told me to hop up on his table and pick my poison. I glanced around in amazement; the walls were lined with hundreds of tattoos in all various styles and sizes. It was all a bit overwhelming. I had thought about tattoos before, but what to pick for my first?—I really hadn’t thought that far ahead. Avery came up behind me, leaving his seat in the corner, and gently brushed the hair off the back of my neck to one side. I felt his warm breath on my skin as he whispered something in my ear, but the fluttering I felt completely distracted me from anything else. And then it hit me—I knew exactly what I wanted.
“Hmm?” I asked, turning my attention back to him as he stepped in front of me.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he spoke softly again, his gray eyes looking down at me. I shook my head.
“Nope, I know what I want. Hey Bud? Can you do a few butterflies along my hipbone? But can you make the bodies of them music notes?”
I heard a gruff sounding,”Yerp,” as he set about getting out all the supplies he needed.
Avery looked slightly baffled, but then a huge smile spread across his face. He leaned in, slid a hand against my cheek, tipping my face back. When he was close enough to kiss me, he murmured, “That is going to look so smokin’ hot,” against my mouth, enunciating each word so slowly that I whimpered. Dear god. That man was getting me all hot and bothered, and with just the gentle grazing of his lips, and the raspy sound of his voice. I shivered slightly, hoping he would kiss me, but Bud was finally ready to start.
Before I knew it, we were finished and Avery was right, it was an extremely hot tattoo. Once he had held my hand and I had those stormy eyes to stare into, I didn’t feel a thing. Five little, quarter-size treble clef butterflies now fluttered their way up my lower stomach, along the side of my hip bone. It could easily be hidden by jeans, but I would know it was there—and that’s what mattered most. I couldn’t help but blush furiously while smiling from ear to ear. I loved it and everything it stood for.
Avery snuck up behind me in the mirror, and slid his arms around me, as I quickly pulled up my leggings and pulled my dress down.
“So what does it mean?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
Game face. Do not let the boy know it’s about him or he will probably make for the hills , my inner voice shouted, shaking a finger at me.
“I just thought it would be pretty, plus you know I had to incorporate music in there somehow.”
He just nodded and took my hand as we made our way out the door.
We ended up just having ice cream for dinner, and by the time we were done, it was already dark outside. We laughed as we got into the car and realized that we both had whipped cream
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