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“Great job. One down,” Kelly announces, screwing on the end of the barbell. “How was the pain?”
“Not bad.”
I kiss her knuckles. “Thatta girl.”
JORDAN
I’ve had a smile on my face all day. I’m happy. Not just happy under the circumstances, truly happy without reservation.I had my nipples pierced—cross that off the bucket list—and now I’m about to get my first tattoo. Camden’s next to me, laid back in the chair getting his chest inked. When Logan asked him where he wanted it, he didn’t say chest, he said, “Over my heart.”
Telling myself our relationship was nonexistent, did nothing. Saying it wasjust sexis laughable. No question, he’s got me under his spell, but I’ve got him under mine too.
I’d been suppressing my feelings for so long, not realizing they’d been spreading like wild vines around my heart, quietly winding until I was ready to admit how I felt. As they grew and matured, so did we, and now there’s no looking back.
“How does it feel?” I ask.
“Good.” He smiles up at me, and my heart thumps. “How does it look?”
“I’m just finishing up the foreskin,” Logan mutters.
“Oh! So you do have a sense of humor, you simplychooseto be a cantankerous killjoy. I see,” Cam says. I smile, amused by their bickering. He’s never said it out loud, but it’s clear Camden admires his stepbrother. Which is impressive, considering Cam mostly admires himself. And me.
Logan finishes and sits up straight, taking one last sweep across it with some kind of wipe. He begins disassembling the ink gun, tossing out the old needle, and swapping new latex gloves. Camden sits up and checks the mirror. “Thanks, man.” He walks over to the counter and opens the drawers, grabbing a few supplies, like he’s done it a hundred times. He rubs a salve over it and covers the fresh ink with a large clear bandage.
“Where are you getting yours?” Logan asks.
Cam hasn’t told me yet, but I know wherever he decides will be perfect.
Together we learned how to fervently trust each other, and our hearts—which is the greatest lesson—and why I’m handing over sovereignty of this. He’s changed my life; saved me, not just from Bryan, but from myself. Shown me how to stand my ground and live unapologetically. Without him, I wouldn’t have found the happiness I have today.
“Top front of her right thigh.” His eyes find mine, and he nods once to check with me. I nod with a smile.
“How big are you thinking?”
“Same as his,” I respond.
“Easy enough.” Logan wipes down the tattoo chair to sanitize it. “Climb on and push your pants down.”
“You usually say that in the opposite order,” I mutter to Cam. He winks at me. Logan smirks and shakes his head, prepping the tattoo gun. I hop on the table and wiggle my jeans down. He wipes down the area, places the stencil, and has me inspect it after it transfers.
“I love it.”
The buzzing begins and when the needle hits my skin, it feels different than I thought it would. Sort of like a scratch. Cam stands above me and brushes hair off my forehead. He pulls up a roller chair and settles in next to me.
“You good?”
My smile grows. “So good. Today is a great day.” I’m in seventh heaven.
“Itisa great day.”
I don’t know how much time passes. An hour? Not much is said between us. It mostly consists of Cam checking in on my comfort level. My thigh is mostly numb from the vibrations. He glances down at Logan’s progress. “It looks good.”
“Yeah?”
He nods and kisses my cheek.
Kelly pops her head in. “I’m heading out, Logan.”
He stops tattooing and sits up.
