Mason Adler is a rich boy, too well developed for his own good. His parents being the well settled, striking pair of a lawyer and a doctor, raise the standards when they move to a new block in the higher circles of the Upper East Side, where the hou...
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"Stormy..." Mason sang under his breath, as she laid on her chest on his arm, drawing with a black pen on his right pectoral.
"Mhmm." She hummed.
"What are you doing?"
"Making you a tattoo."
"Hmm." He grinned, sleepily, "What is it?" His eyes still shut.
"I'll show you in a bit." She kept drawing.
"Better be badass like yours."
"I have a lot, which one are you referring to?"
He moved his hand touched her waist, making her jump at the feel of his fingers and then giggling, he moved his fingers up all the way to her shoulder blade and then to her neck.
"The fire?" She asked.
"What's the story behind it?"
"Does it have to have one?"
"I don't know." He gulped, "I'm just asking."
"My brother had a similar tattoo. Two pointed blaze. One long and the other short. According to him, he was taller one and me the smaller one, following to the top." She explained.
"You got it with him?"
"After he passed." She cleared her throat.
"Well, I love it. First thing I saw when I saw you, y'know. Except it was hidden under one of your obnoxiously large hoodies."
"Shut up." She smacked his chest.
"It's true. Leaves everything to the imagination."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"Keeping your girl's goods to yourself is something I love doing but I won't stop her from showing herself off. Either way, I'm winning. If they see, they get jealous, if they don't see, I'm the lucky one."
"Aw."
"You dont have to pretend that's sweet." He spoke with shut eyes.
She blew out a breath of relief and he snorted.
"Done." She spoke after a spell and he opened his eyes. She took a picture on her phone and lifted it to show him. It was stunningly drawn. An anchor stuck in what seemed to be rock because of the small lines of cracks running with a tilted crown hanging from the handle bars of the anchor, "Whats it mean? Or is it just a drawing?"
"Well, Mason means a worker of stone. Raina means a royal and anchor means..."
"The bond."
"Of sorts." She shrugged.
"I love it." He chuckled, "I mean, I really love it."
