Page 95 of That's Too Pucking Bad

Zane’s been quiet, leaning against the wall, watching me. His arms are crossed, his shirt stretched tight across his chest, and I’ve been pretending not to notice the way his eyes follow my every move.

“You’re next, big guy,” the artist calls to him.

Zane straightens, and for a second, I swear his eyes flick to me. Then he’s heading to the chair, calm as ever.

“What’s he getting?” I ask Caleb, keeping my voice low.

Caleb shrugs. “It’s Zane. Could be anything. Dude’s unpredictable.”

Maya snorts. “You’re one to talk.”

By the time we’re done, it’s dark outside. The streetlights cast long shadows, and the air’s colder than before.

Maya bounces out the door, practically skipping. “That was amazing!”

“You’re insane,” I tell her, but I’m laughing.

“C’mon, Remy. You were tempted.”

I shrug. “Maybe.”

Zane hands me a bottle of water. “Drink.”

I roll my eyes but take it. “You’re bossy tonight, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he says, smirking.

I chug the water, handing the empty bottle back to him. “Happy?”

He steps closer, pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth motion.

“Holy shit,” I whisper.

There, across his chest, is a clean, bold design—a black crown, simple but striking.

“For me?” I joke, half-serious.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns slightly, revealing the inside of his forearm.

And I stop breathing.

It’s my eyes. My goddamn eyes, perfectly detailed, staring back at me.

“Zane…” My voice is barely a whisper.

His gaze locks on mine, steady and unflinching. “I’m yours,” he says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “As much as you’re mine.”

My throat tightens, and all I can manage is a quiet, “Wow.”

“Of course, baby,” he murmurs, and then his mouth is on mine.

When I finally pull away, dazed, Maya’s showing off her tattoo to Caleb.

“It’s perfect,” she says, twisting her hip to give him a better view of his number inked there.

Caleb’s grinning like a kid on Christmas. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Says the guy with my name on his arm,” she shoots back, pointing to the puck tattooed withMayain bold script.

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