It was lust-at-first-sight.
With a new family who loves me, it’s too much to hope for to find a boyfriend as well. But that’s what I do when I go with my BFF as emotional support to get her tattoo. Only she doesn’t need it. It turns out I’ve been set up with Silver, the tall, fit tattoo artist!
Can a newfound relationship such as ours–because yes, we jumped straight from bed to relationship, so sue me–survive the danger of a possible HIV infection along with Silver’s secrets that are related to the big memorial tattoo on his back?
August 5, 2016
Chloe all but vibrated besides me. “I am so ready; you have no idea!” She nudged me with her shoulder, grin wide. “Stop worrying so much. You should do it yourself. Your skin would look so good with some colour on it to match your hair.”
I rolled my eyes as we stopped beside the tattoo shop. There was a light on inside, but the door itself was locked. The sign was turned to closed.
Chloe wasted no time knocking. She even did that cheerfully today. She’d been all excited about getting her first tattoo all day.
The lock clicked and the door opened, the bell above it ringing in the process.
I turned—and found myself face to face with the most handsome bloke I’d ever laid my eyes upon.
His hair was black and cut in a short faux-hawk. His face was square and masculine and altogether well-proportioned. His eyes were a steely grey and framed by dark lashes, and I literally felt my heart skip a beat as I looked into them.
I lowered my gaze slowly, taking in soft-looking lips that I wouldn’t mind kissing, a toned chest clad in a really tight tee, tattooed arms bared for me to ogle, strong thighs clad in form-fitting jeans that clearly showed off the bulge in his crotch.
Oh, bloody hell.