“I know you’ve been worried about your style, but I can tell you confidently that you have nothing to worry about. Because this tattoo is sick. It’s bad ass. Fucking incredible. Maravilloso,” I said as her eyes teared up a bit. “And I love it.” A victorious smile found her then. “Really?” “Really. But I hope you realize what you’ve done, because now I want you to mark every last inch of my skin.”
