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“Stay,” I command. I step toward her. “I mean…” I point at the building behind us. “Stay, let me give you a tattoo.”

She looks at Heat & Ink. “What?”

I jut my chin at her. In my head, I’ve thought about tattooing her before, but I never thought it would be possible. But right now, I don’t want to let her go. “Let me mark you. You said you wanted a tattoo but didn’t know what to get.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “I still don’t know what I would get.”

“I know what I would give you.”

That makes her curious. She takes a step toward me. “You know what tattoo I should get?”

I nod. Hell, I know exactly what I want to put on her.

She tilts her head. “What?”

I hold a hand out to her. “Trust me?”

“Really? You going there… again?”

I reach for her this time. “Let me give you a tattoo.”

She nods and puts her hand in mine, and I let out a breath. Maybe, just maybe, I can make this right.

CHAPTER 12

EMILY

I should march right out of here.

I should walk away and not turn back.

Jack has been upfront and honest this whole time. He said nothing could come of us, and I should have believed him.

But even knowing that, I can’t bring myself to do it.

It’s not just an attraction. It’s so much more. And no matter what I want to do, I can’t fight it. I can’t just walk away from him.

So now here I sit, waiting for him to stick me with a hundred needles like some lovesick fool.

“Is it going to hurt?” I ask him.

“Not too bad.”

I grimace. I hate pain. “Okay.”

He lifts the tattoo gun. “Do you want to know what I’m putting on you?”

I lay back. “Nope.”

I’m half afraid I’m going to chicken out, so I close my eyes and let him do his worst.

“Shirt off.”

I open one eye to look at him. “Excuse me?”

He laughs. “Shirt off. I’m going to tattoo your rib cage.”

I roll my eyes at that one. “You mean my roll of fat.”

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