ESTELLE

My hand slid to the tattoo on his abs. His muscles contracted against my touch. I was sure there was a meaning behind every ink in his body.

“I thought ink looked cool on my skin. Most of them have no meaning except for the date. That was when we lost my brothers Wade and Gunner.”

“Do you always have to read my mind? I thought you were not Jedi.”

Amused, he looked down at me. We were both naked, just a sheet covering his good. “So you were thinking why I got tats?”

“Does it hurt?”

“It fucking hurt. Though they will give you topical anesthesia, try Irezumi...