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“I also want a wedding band on my left ring finger, with the namePixieon it,” he continues, ignoring my surprise.
Whaaaat?I grab the sides of my head. Tattooing me all over his body is definitely an upgrade in the relationship department. I guess it hasn’t sunk in my head we’reengagedand getting married in the very near future.
Why wouldn’t he want to have a piece of me tattooed on him? Thinking about it, I can definitely say this is very fitting of Maceo’s character.
“Oh, this shit will be easy,” Darnel says, waving us back to his station, ignoring the other patrons who have been waiting patiently for his services.
Maceo pulls his T-shirt over his head, and I catch my breath. I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of seeing Maceo shirtless—ripped torso and bulging muscles galore. He sits back in the reclining chair, handing Darnel the paper with my lipstick. “I want it this shade since this is her natural color.”
“No problem,” Darnel says, getting the gun ready.
Maceo nods for me to come to him, patting his thigh. “Sit with me, Pixie.”
Eager as always to be close to him, I crawl in his lap and lean my head against his right shoulder, giving Darnel an unobstructed work space. Maceo rubs his hand up and down my back while Darnel works on permanently attaching my lips to his chest.
Darnel has me sign my name on the paper so he can match my penmanship. If Darnel ever needs a new career, he could easily be a forger—he copies my signature perfectly.
My eyes well up seeing a piece of me going over the spot where Maceo holds my love.
Once Darnel finishes, Maceo sits up and looks at it in the mirror. He turns to look at me and gives me a wink, dissolving the clothes right off of me. He sits back down, inclining the chair, and leans his left hand over the table in front of Darnel.
I look on in amazement. “How long have you been doing this?”
Darnel doesn’t look up from his work. “Eight years. Maceo was the first one to let me work on him. I’ve done all his ink since.”
“He does the entire crew. Only Darnel is good enough for us,” Maceo adds.
Darnel gives Maceo a simple band around his finger, withPixieon top in calligraphy. I’m suddenly jealous Maceo has all these personal things of me on him and I don’t have anything.
“I want a tattoo,” I announce.
“No,” Maceo say.
“Excuse me!” I say, putting my hands on my hips.
“No, baby,” Maceo repeats, shaking his head.
Darnel sniggers, shaking his head as he works.
My arms fold over my chest. “I’m sorry, but I wasn’t asking for permission.”
“Not that I want to get in the middle of a lover’s quarrel, but Maceo doesn’t want you to cover up your perfection when you’re already a work of art,” Darnel adds, winking. “Sucks for my business, but I get it.”
“Exactly. I love how her skin is flawless,” Maceo tells him. “It’s fucking pure, like an angel.”
“And you’re the devil covered in your marks,” Darnel finishes for him.
Well, that pisses me off!I huff my disappointment, trying not to let either one of them see how flattered I am by their comments aboutperfection—which I’m far from—but hell if I’m going to point it out to either of them, especially Maceo.
“All I would have gotten was your name inked across my ring finger like you did,” I whine.
Now we look weird with him having an inked band and me having nothing. Perhaps I’ll come back without Maceo to have it done. But seeing Darnel is in cahoots with my man, I may need to go somewhere else.
Maceo takes my left hand and kisses my ring finger. “I love you the way you are. If you really want a tattoo, I won’t stop you, but don’t get one because I’m getting one. Tattoos should not be made rashly. Think it through to see if your heart is set on it, and take your time picking out exactly what you want. I’ll bring you back to Darnel if you’re hell-bent. The only reason I got my first one was to cover up a stab wound from a sting operation gone South. Now, every one I pick is symbolic.”
I pout. “I think a ring is pretty symbolic.”
Maceo smirks, like he’s got a big secret, and kisses my hand again.
