"I want to get pierced," Faris told him and Tom grinned. "Ah, a blank canvas. Any ink hiding under there?" Tom asked, letting his eyes trail down Faris' lean frame. My forehead tickled as annoyance flashed through me. Do not sprout horns in this tattoo shop. "Nope, nothing. I'm a virgin," Faris confessed and Tom and I both coughed in surprise at his statement. I mean, I knew he was a virgin, but this Tom didn't have any business knowing that.
