Page 31 of London Inked Boys: The Complete Trilogy
He cleans my skin, cool wipes against hot flesh. “So you’re really gonna let me do this? Your first ever tattoo.”
“You’re taking my tattoo virginity,” I say with a flirtatious smile.
“And I’ll take the rest of you later,” he smirks, sending a thrill through me.
I bite my lower lip and the moment of fun passes, replaced by a more serious air.
Art prepares the ink then pauses above me. “You can still back out. You know it won’t make me think any differently of you.”
“I know.” I force down my nerves. “I want this. Hide my scars.”
“What you’ve chosen is perfect.”
I nod. Cherry blossom, a symbol not only of new life and change, but also of how fleeting life is. “I think so, too.”
And he presses the needle to my skin.
