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The dark ink on his thigh catches my attention as he steps toward me and presses his knee into the mattress. But still, he doesn’t look down at himself.

“What are you waiting for?” I whisper.

“Arms up,” he says, wrapping his fingers around my tank and dragging it from my body. His hand wraps around the back of my neck as he claims my lips once more before he begins a teasing trail of hot kisses and painful nips, working his way down to my waistband.

He pops the button and pulls my skirt down my legs, quickly followed by my panties so that I’m naked before him.

“Seb,” I whimper.

“Now,” he drawls. “Now I’m going to look.”

His eyes rip from mine and he trails them down my body until they lock on the ink on my thigh.

“Fuck,” he breathes, lifting one hand to push his hair back as he stares down at D’s handiwork.

In the center of the images are his initials, right on top of where he carved them, and surrounding those two letters is the most stunning sketch of things that remind me of us.

“You designed this?” he asks, hovering his fingertip slightly above the wrapping as he takes it all in.

“Yeah. I mean, I had a little help, but the ideas were all mine.”

“Baby, it’s—”

“Look at yours.”

Standing from the bed, he pushes his boxers down his legs and kicks them from his feet.

His tattoo is almost identical to mine. The only differences are that he’s obviously got my initials and his is entirely black, whereas I’ve got flashes of color to make mine a little more feminine.

“D is fucking talented,” he breathes, alternating between looking at both of our thighs.

“Uh-huh,” I agree. “So you like it then?” I ask. Even after seeing his reaction, I’m a little nervous that I got this inked on his skin without checking it with him. Although, he didn’t have to just agree like he did.

“Like it? I fucking love it.” His lips find mine and he kisses me until I’m breathless and grinding up against him, desperate for more of him.

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