We were having dessert when I said it.

"I have a tattoo."

He looked up, surprised. "Excuse me?"

I smiled. "Guess where it is."

He put down his spoon of apple pie and stared at me.

"Where is your tattoo, baby girl?"

I laughed again, looking down at my chocolate cake. Then looking back up I got lost in those beautiful blues.

"On my ass."

He arched an eyebrow. "Did it hurt?"

"Yeah, but you quickly get used to it."

"What is it of?"

I laughed again. This laugh was naughty and he knew it. He put down his spoon and leaned back as if suddenly needing extra room.

"Would...