Page 54 of The List of Things

I press my hand to his bare chest, stopping him from pulling me too close, “And you trust me? To let me pick something out to put on your body forever?”

He shrugs, “As you said before, tattoos are memories, right? I don’t care.”

I did say that before, didn’t I?He’s right. Tattoos are memories, and this is a good memory, all of this, but... Well... I guess there’s no but. He’s right.

“Do you get to choose where it goes too?”

He nods, “If you’re okay with that… Or any of this... We can cross it off the list if you’re not comfortable Ryn... That goes for any of this stuff, if you change your mind we don’t have to,” He motions to the paper in his other hand. I shake my head right away.

“No. I’m okay. Let’s hurry up though so I don’t change my mind,” I start to get off of the couch but he holds me tight against him.

“Hey slow down...” His voice is playful which makes me look directly at him. His stare is intense when he’s looking straight at you like this. It’s like no one else exists in the world. I freeze in place. Bellamy’s hand moves forward, holding my face. “You’re pretty in the morning,”

He compliments me so easily, and I rest my face in his hand, letting a small smile ease its way on my face. Butterflies are flying wild in my stomach right now. I’m not used to the feelings, but it’s… it’s warm.

“As opposed to every other hour of the day?” I ask.

“Not what I said... I just thought I’d point out that you’re especially pretty when you wake up.”

“Okay, enough flirting. Let’s get tattoos,” I push off of him.

He doesn’t hold me back from moving, and I’m glad he doesn’t this time. I get off the couch and walk toward my bedroom, seeing him sit up.

“Go get ready. I’ll let myself out, and be back in a little while to pick you up okay?”

I start to go into my room and stop myself in the doorway.

“Hey, when you come back could you-”

“Yes, I’ll come back up and help you pick out an outfit, now go, you take forever,” He urges me away, and I smile, liking that he already knew what I was about to say to him.

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I’m jumpinginto a pair of loose fitting jean shorts when I hear a knock on my door again. I run to the door in shorts, and a bralette, my hair damp and hanging down my back. I stand on my tiptoes to look into the peephole, only to see Bellamy, leaning against the wall outside of my door. He should be proud I’m locking my door now. Even though the only reason I left it open in the first place was because I knew he’d be coming over, but he’s anal about it even with that excuse.

I open the door, and he’s wearing black shorts, and what looks like a vintage football t-shirt. The Packers are on his tee. One of the teams he mentioned that he loved. He looks casual but fit. He looks good as always. He looks me up and down taking in my lack of shirt and smirks to himself, walking past me and into my bedroom as I close the front door.

“Okay I just need you to pick a color,” I tell him, running into my bedroom after him. “Yellow or green?” I ask him.

“Yellow, easy,” He gives me the answer like it’s second nature, and he’s already thrown himself across my bed.

I go back into my closet and take the yellow cropped t-shirt off of the hanger. I walk back out and pull it over my head, adjusting myself as I look in the floor length mirror.

“Have you thought about what you’re going to be tattooing on my body?” Bell’s voice echoes behind me as I look at myself, I can see him looking at me through the mirror too.

I nod instinctively not wanting to cause panic. I have no fucking clue what I’m going to tattoo on him, literally not a single idea has crossed my mind. But it’s not a full lie. I have been thinking about it.

“What about you? Do you know what my first tattoo is going to be?” I ask him.

“I do. I thought of it before you had even told me you were okay with the idea…” He tells me, and now I feel even more pressure.

He’s been planning this, thinking about it, and I’m about to have to pull something out of my ass.

“Nothing inappropriate. If I open my eyes to a penis tattooed on my body, I’ll have gained one and you will be losing one,” I warn him.

“I would never do that to you. Griff, maybe... But not to you,” He winks at me as I reach down to the ground to grab my Dr. Martens.

I slide them over my feet, my socks peeking out over the top of them. I tie my shoes, and Bellamy is practically dragging me out of the door, and downstairs to his car.

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