Page 78 of Follow Me Down

“Thank god.” I relax my head back down.

“You’re doing great, babe.” Titus grins.

“Am I? Because I feel like I’m not handling this very well at all.”

“For your first tattoo, and considering where it is, you’re actually doing awesome,” Zeke once again chimes in. “And, we’re done.” He pulls the gun back, dropping it onto the workstation next to him before grabbing a wipe to clean away the excess ink on my foot.

“Done?” I sit up further, smiling like a damn kid on Christmas morning when I see the tattoo in all its finished glory. The skin around it is raised and red, but it still looks amazing. Better than I could have ever imagined.

“You like it?” Titus asks next to me.

“Like it?” I bite down on my bottom lip, still not able to grasp that I actually went through with it. “I love it.” I flip my gaze back to his.

“So, no regrets?” he asks, and for some reason I get the feeling he’s not just talking about the tattoo.

“Not a single one.” And that’s the complete and honest truth.

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