“Please tell me you’re not getting my vagina tattooed on your arm.” Sy scoffs. “Who am I, Nick?” “Oh no.” Groaning, I peek up at Nick’s face. “No, Nick. You’re not getting my vag tattooed on you.” He rolls his eyes, casually flipping the sheets down to expose my breasts. “You’re not the boss of me. Sy is.” Lazily, Sy commands, “You’re not getting our Queen’s pussy tattooed on you.”
