As he reaches to grab my arm, I catch his wrist. I stare at the colorful tattoos poking out from his sleeve, stopping just before his watch strap, and my heart thumps a little harder. “Tayce did these.” Irritation flickers through his irises. “Obviously. I don’t let anyone else ink me. What’s your point?” I can feel a grin spreading across my face. “Even you can’t skip the waiting list.”
