“I did not ask for a tattoo, Fisher,” I hissed. “I definitely didn’t ask for a bird to be permanently inked right above my fucking boob. You need to take it back.” His gaze remained fixed straight ahead. “It doesn’t work like that.” “Bullshit, it doesn’t. It came from the ink on your body. You touched me. It slipped from your skin to mine. So, fuck, I don’t know, shake hands with me or something and take it back!”
