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“All right,Donnina, I trust you,” he says as he unbuttons his shirt.
Heat rushes to my cheeks as I see how defined he is. I take a deep breath, trying not to get distracted by his body. “Why don’t you use color?”
“Never thought of it.”
“Okay, well, I don’t want you to look while I do it.” I grab his shirt and wrap it around his head. I don’t want him to watch what I put on his skin, but I can’t have him looking at me the way he does. He looks at me with meaning, and I can’t have that. I learned my lesson at the dinner.
I turn on the tool and dip it into the color pink. I let a giggle fall out by accident. Now he won’t trust me.
And he shouldn’t.
I tilt my head as I write into his skin. This is too good.
Thirty minutes pass as I write two simple words on his collar bone—words that he will want to kill me for because they stick out like a sore thumb.
In pink too.
“All done.” I laugh as I put the tools away. I unwrap the shirt. His eyes are closed, hesitant to look at what is on his skin forever.
“Do I look?”
“Yes.”
He stands up out of the chair, walking over to the mirror. A low chuckle spurts from his core. His tongue presses on the inside of his cheek, trying not to get mad.
I can’t help but laugh uncontrollably right now. I haven’t felt this kind of happiness in so long.
“Little man?” He turns toward me, shaking his head.
He can act all mad, but I know he thinks it’s funny too.
“New deal,” he says.
“Oh. Nope! You can’t change things now.”
“We never shook hands.”
The tight grip of his hands holds mine together. “Gio!” I shout.
“You fucking asked for it.” He grabs the tattoo gun, dipping it in black.
I try to move, but he moves his entire body on top of mine. I am a pebble being crushed by a freaking boulder.
His elbow pushes onto my neck, keeping me still no matter how much I try to escape him.
The needle stabs my skin, sending shocks through my body. “Ouch.”
I give up fighting him because it’s getting me nowhere.
“Go look,” he says, full of amusement.
I shoot him a death glare as I walk up to the mirror.
A spade.
“Gio.” I touch the raw skin on my collar bone. “What did you just do?”
“Sei mio.”
