“There may have been some kind of dare involved.” “Such as?” “A precariously and embarrassingly placed tattoo.” “How precarious and how embarrassing?” He snorts. “We’ll just say I would prefer to maintain my dignity.” “I can’t help you then.” “Seriously?” “Yep. I need the details,” I tease. He huffs out a breath and shakes his head. “Tinkerbell on my bicep.”
