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"Maybe. Em's trying to convince me to go out. But I think I'd rather crash at home." Her eyes go to the clock. "Shit. I gotta go. I'll see you soon."
I nod goodbye.
Watch her ass sway as she walks away.
This time next week, Kaylee is going to live in the room down the hall.
I'm going to have to resist her twenty-four seven.
Will power isn't gonna cut it.
I need something a hell of a lot stronger.
My twelve o'clockis sitting in the teal chair, her face pressed against the wall, her tongue between her teeth.
She squints.
Bites her tongue.
Squeezes her thigh with her free hand.
Her gaze goes to the mirror. She watches me work.
At first, it bothered me. But I'm used to it now.
Clients love watching ink mark their skin.
I can't blame them.
I love it too.
And this girl—she's barely older than Kaylee—is a trooper. It's nearly two now, and she hasn't asked for a single break.
I check in. "You okay?"
She murmurs something. When I arch a brow, she nods.
"This is the last line."
"Thank fuck," she whispers.
My lips curl into a smile. This is her first piece of ink, and it's a big fucking tattoo—a teddy bear with its arms hanging off, stuffing spilling from its guts, its eye missing, its nose askew.
I don't ask what it means. I never do. Tattoos are personal. People talk when they want someone to listen.
Mostly.
Some people don't say shit, even when they're desperate for someone to listen.
Besides, there might not be a backstory. It might be as simple as a love of teddy bears.
It's better to skip assumptions.
I place the needle over her skin, work the angle until it's just right. My eyes meet hers through the mirror. "You ready?"
She grits her teeth as she nods.
I turn the gun on and draw the last line down her shoulder, all the way to the middle of her upper arm.
