Page 100 of Dublin Ink


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“What are you doing?” I asked.

She turned her head and grinned at me. “I thought you said never to waste good ink.”

I kissed her like a stupid young idiot in love. Held her cheek. Smiled.

“And what are you drawing?”

Aurnia lifted her chin. Faintly, through the cum that was quickly transitioning from white to translucent against her peach-fuzz skin, I saw a sun. Aurnia laughed and sucked a wet finger into her mouth and I thought there couldn’t be anything brighter in the whole goddamn world.

We cleaned up in the shower (and then cleaned up what we did in the shower). When we got to Dublin Ink after, Mason offered to show Aurnia a new tattoo style.

“I’m teaching Aurnia today,” I interrupted him, resisting the urge to possessively put my arm around my little thief, my little thief.

She hid it well, but I saw. I saw the blush of her cheek. The little grin.

The happiness.

Goddamn me.

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