Dangerously mine

Chapter 30- ink

-Parker pov-

As I pull jaylen to my room Thomas speaks "don't worry about the mess and cops. Also make sure to wrap it up this time" his dad laughs as Thomas mocked me.

I smile to myself and keep pulling jaylen. She hasn't said a word and it's scaring me a little. I open the door to my pull and sit her on the bed. She watches me as I go back to the door and lock it. I don't need her family walking in here. "So are you going to talk or are you going to keep staring at me like that" I ask her.

Her eyes go straight to my lips and back to my eyes. "Why do you look good in red" she licks her lips as she finishes her statement. I laugh and move towards my closet so I can change my clothes.

     "So do you keep your girl clothes in there?" She asked as she pushed me out of the way. I was hoping she didn't remember I said that

I sit on my bed as jaylen raids my closet and begins pulling out the so called "girl" clothes. "Why do you have better clothes than me" she turns as she smiles at me.

I know she's joking considering I don't have a good sense of style as she says. I hold my hand out to her and she takes it. I pull her closer to me. She's still standing while I'm sitting on the bed.

I put my head on her stomach and ask. "Do you think we're ready." Feeling her hands in my hair playing with it I close my eyes. "Maybe"

I hum at her response. I look up at her "what do you want it to be?" I was asking If she wanted a boy or girl. She smiles and says "it wouldn't matter as long as I have you" it was my turn to smile.

I lay my head back in her stomach. We stayed like this for a while before jaylen sat next to me and laid her head on my lap.

     I look at her like it was the first time I've ever seen her. The amount of times I've looked at her and I can't get over how beautiful she is.  Her hair growing slightly over her shoulders. Her grey eyes.

If you look closely one of her eyes are darker than the other and that's what I like about them.Her black and grey tattoos on her arm traveling up into her shirt.

I shift and pull at her shirt. I want to admire her. I need to see her everything about her. I want to worship her like a god.

      She lets me take it off of her and I start tracing the lines that are permanently drawn on her skin. My hands tracing the ink from her arm onto her shoulders down to her chest. I look at jaylen and smiles nodding.

Telling me it's fine. I unclasp her bra and throw it on the floor. Now I'm able to see all the images she's ever gotten tattooed. I continue looking at her tattoos never touching her breast.

Not yet. I want to see the art draw in her. I can get a little bit of insight if I look at what she got. The tattoo from her arm leading to her chest are dark thin scribbled lines.

One of the lines separates itself from the others and travels down the side of her breast onto her ribcage fanning out into smaller lines fading before being visible if she wears crop tops.

In between her chest Is a small butterfly that looks like it's flying away. Underneath the little butterfly is a word wrapped around the bottom. Freedom.

On the other side her left hand remains blank. The only sign of ink are small birds on her clavicle. I reach to touch the butterfly. Jaylen speaks as I trace the butterfly. "What do you think it all means"

  I take one last look at the birds, the butterfly, the word underneath, and the lines scattered all around her right arm. "The lines are all your troubles, your heartbreaks, your lost."