Hallie turns away, just as Anthony swivels toward me. He fingers the hem of my blazer, where my skin meets the fabric. “What’s that?” Before I can answer, he pulls the blazer up, just enough to make the sliver of ink peeking from my tux reveal itself into a full-blown sleeve. “She needed one hundred and fifty tattoos under her belt for her internship,” I say. “And you decided all of them would be done on you?” Anthony chuckles. “Not all.” I smirk. “But most.”
AHHH SCREAMING
