“Ah, true.”
We are quiet for a few minutes while he finishes.
“What do you think?”
I hold my hand out in front of me, seeing the sun, moon, and star design.
“I love it.” I set my hand back down and look at him. His smile is hitched to one side.
Fuck me.
“Let’s get to work.”
He grabs his tattoo gun, turns it on and dips it in the ink. The sound of the gun calms my nerves, and I relax into the chair. I watch as he brings it down onto my pink finger and starts. The first sting is all I needed to remind myself of why I get tattoos. It’s like therapy. The pain inflicted makes the pain in my heart go away. I’m sure there’s a science behind it.
“How long have you known Kelly?” he asks as he dips the tip into the ink again.
“We have been friends since grade school. Our moms used to run the PTA.”
“Oh, nice.”
The sound drowns out everything around me again, so I close my eyes.
“Does it hurt?”
I turn to look at him. “No, not really.”
“Okay. Usually when clients close their eyes, they are trying to will the pain away.”
“I don’t mind the pain.”
He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, bits down slightly, then slowly releases it. My core felt every bit of that sex appeal and when he starts again, I have to clench my thighs together.
Who gets horny while getting a tattoo?