~ Diesel ~

The needle hums steady in my hand, ink sinking into skin in perfect lines as I draw a broken heart on the shoulder of my first client.

But my focus isn’t here, It’s across the street.

I’ve been trying like hell to stay away but it’s like there’s this magnetic pull I can’t fight. And I know she feels it too, that kind of tension doesn’t just sit between two people without both of them feeding it.

It’s been four years since that night. Four years since she was nineteen and I was too fucking weak to keep my hands off her. She wanted it and it...