“Hey,” Nova called, pausing as he traced the outline of the tattoo into my skin through the transfer paper. “I got my Flower Child layin’ out for me. You’re gorgeous, Lila, no doubt about it, but you also got my art inked into your skin, years of beauty you and me created together, stamped all over your tight, sweet curves. You think that doesn’t do somethin’ powerful to a man, you’re fuckin’ wrong.”
