LIAM

Slowly, I took a step forward and reached out to touch her body. She smiled and watched my expression as I trailed my finger along the tattoo on her skin.

“This tattoo… how long have you had it?” I asked quietly, noting that it wasn’t as fresh as the other one I had seen earlier.

“For as long as I can remember. I got it impulsively, but I’ve grown to love it.”

“I’ve seen it somewhere before,” I said quietly and shrugged.

“That’s believable. It’s a common design. You still look like you need a drink, I’ll go get it.”

“I think I’ve seen it on you before,” I...