“You didn’t happen to get any other tattoos I should know about, did you?” “Other tattoos?” I twist around enough to see the wicked glint in the swollen eyes that are already beginning to heal. “Such as?” “I don’t know. A flower on your hip, maybe?” His hands skim the body part in question, and heat flares along my skin. “A pair of wings on your shoulders?” He moves his hands up and rubs muscles I didn’t even know were sore. I melt against him in response. “A heart with my name on it on your ass?”
