Page 29 of Light of Christmas

Fuck. I love this girl so damn much.

Chapter Fifteen

Grayson

“Pleaseeeeee,Bear!”

Logan has been begging me to give her a tattoo for the past two hours. She knows that I don’t like tattooing her any place but the shop.

“Angel. You know how I feel about that shit.” I say, squeezing her knee then returning to my sketchpad.

Since Lan gave us an extra day here, we are spending the last two days in the cabin. Everything we have done on this trip has been amazing but after the mission, we both wanted to stay in before we go home.

For the past hour, we have sat on the balcony outside the master bedroom in front of the fire. Logan has been reading and I have been drawing. But now my girl is getting antsy.

I should have known the little brat was going to sneak my tattoo gun and supplies I have at home when Noah doesn’t want to sit in the shop for hours. I have no problem tattooing my brother because if I ever did fuck up slightly, he wouldn’t notice or would think it's funny.

But with Logan, hell no. The lighting in the shop is set just how I need it and the chair allows me to have her sit exactly how I need her to. Outside of the shop, the lighting is different, none of the chairs here will give me the proper placement. And I would never forgive myself if I fucked up her perfect body.

I’ve told her this a million times when she suddenly gets the urgent need to have tattoo therapy at midnight but doesn’t want to get dressed to go to the shop.

Logan takes the sketch of the snowy lake out of my hands and sets it on the small table to the side of us. She climbs in my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. She locks eyes with me, flutters her long lashes, and gives me the best puppy dog pout I’ve ever seen.

“Pleaseee.” Logan begs in a low sweet voice.

Fuck. She’s good.

My hands go to her hips and go under her sweatshirt. At this point, I think she wears my clothes more than her own.

“Angel. You know I don’t want to risk fucking up your beautiful body. I promise we will go to the shop when we get home, and I will let you spend the entire day in my chair.”

A deviant little smile grows on her face. And I know whatever she is about to say is going to be hard to argue with.

“I brought the light that you use when you tattoo Noah in our living room. It’s a smaller one but it still would work.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Umm. Noah might have given it to me when we got drunk one night and I was complaining you wouldn’t give me tattoo therapy at home.”

“Whose side is that fucker on!?” I say unable to hide the laughter in my voice.

Logan just smirks knowing she is seconds from me giving her what she wants.

“I don’t understand how you went from not wanting to go on this trip to sneaking a million things here without me knowing.” I tickle her sides and she starts giggling.

Her laughter is the best music, and I would listen to it on repeat all day if I could.

“Tell me, pretty girl. How did you sneak all this stuff in?”

I tickle her until she is laughing so hard tears are streaming down her face.

“Okay! I hid them in your presents so you wouldn’t see!”

Smart girl.

“Fine. But a small one. Anything bigger than a few inches is going to wait until we get home. But speaking of presents. I know we were going to do Christmas here, but I was thinking--”

Logan clasps my face in her hands and kisses me. “Oh, thank god!”

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