𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟽

KANE

JANUARY 25th, 2018

I FURROW MY BROWS, watching her with a soft feeling fluttering in my chest. She rolls her eyes at the screen, the tip of her thumb tracing her lip.

What is she looking at?

I look around and notice Marcus isn't there anymore, so I take that as my chance to tell her. Tell her how much I love her.

I'm finally doing it.

Inhaling a deep breath, I mentally prepare myself before sliding of my stool and standing in front of her. Her fingers pause, hovering over her keyboard before she finally looks up.

Amusement dances in her eyes but she still asks, "What?" I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Air. Pure fucking air.

What the fuck Kane.

She blinks up at me, worry slowly taking over, so I take that as my go line and speak, but before I could, my eyes dart to her phone, zeroing on the picture she's on.

"You want a tattoo?"

There goes my confession out the window. Maybe next time. Nextime.

She nods slowly, patting the seat beside her and looks back at her phone, "Yeah, Iv'e been meaning to get one for a while."

Her cheeks heat up, eyes glazing over which indicates her mind is drifting elsewhere which intrigues me. What is she thinking? What's going on in that head of hers?

"Izzy?"

"Oh, yeah!" She snaps out of her thoughts, looking at me with a unknown and shy look, "I was looking for the right italics."

"Italics?"

"I'm going have something written and I want it done perfectly." Izzy's voice quietens down into a soft, dreamy whisper.

"What is it?"

She doesn't answer and instead makes the motions of locking her lips and shaking her head with a smile on her face.

I can never get tired of seeing her smile. It replays in my dreams every night. Has my heart singing whenever I think about her. She's a piece of me and I'm willing to hold onto it forever.

"Izzy!" I roll my eyes, "What are you going to get?"

She shakes her head.

"Fine!" I give in, slapping my hands against my knees, "Where's it getting placed."

Now, when I say her face turned red. I mean red.

She looks as if she was sunburnt and then decided to go in a sauna, causing a bright red color to paint her skin.

Trapping her tongue between her teeth, she looks at me with a teasing smile and sheepish look. Looks like the butterfly want to cuddle back into her cocoon.

"You have to tell me," I give her a pointed look, wanting to kiss her so hard right now, "It's the rules."

She itches her eyebrow, something she does when she's nervous, and contemplates whether to tell me or not.

"I want it on my bikini line."

I nod, brushing off her words before my eyes fly out my head. It didn't hit what she said until a few seconds later.

"Bikini line!" I exclaim, disbelief portraying across my face, "No way."

I don't want a pedophile of an artist looking at her body like she's a piece of meat. Izzy is naturally gorgeous. Everyone knows that.

She's fucking out of this world.

She walks into the room and have head turning in matter of second. She's funny, smart and so fucking hot. Who wouldn't want her?

They can't have her.

So her spending even ten minutes with some stranger while she is butt naked does not settle with me. It does not do well.

"No." I repeat when she protests, hands clenched by her sides. "You are not stopping me from having a tattoo."

Her words slowly trail off, dying off her tongue silently when she sees the smirk on my face.

I have a friend who works in a tattoo shop. He did most of mine for me but sometimes he'd let me use his gun and practice.

I would say I'm a pro, but I've never tried my talents on anyone but myself. They look amazing on me though. Izzy looked shocked when I told her it was me who drew it. I'm not being biased.

"What?" She tilts her head to the side, looking timid and cautious. "I'll do it for you."

She blinks, mouth parting before horror covers her face. Izzy jumps out her seat, shaking her hands and head as a no.

"No fucking way." She narrows her eyes at me, "You're not doing my tattoo." She's hiding something.

I know she trusts me with doing it on her because she did ask me once but I didn't want to mess it up so I left it. She doesn't want me doing her tattoo for another reason.

"Why not?" I demand, moving to tower over her. Izzy isn't short at all. She comes up to my shoulders, maybe even slightly past them.

"Because!" She splutters out, not bothering to finish her reason.

"Are you going there to meet someone?" I growl out, jealousy blinding me. Is that what she wants? A certain tattoo artist she has some type of attraction for to tattoo her?

There are a lot of tattoo shops around here and the artists are males so I know she can't use the excuse that it'll be a female.

The thought of another man getting to enjoy, worship and get all her attention is fucking killing me.

My stomach churns, stance faltering slightly but the redness on her cheeks fuels something in me. Is she thinking of him right now?

"Kane! What?" Izzy scoffs, moving away but I grab her by the wrist and push her on the sofa, to lean over her, one knee holding her down while my arms cage her from either side.

Her breathe hitches, chest moving up and down fast. I lean towards her, an animalistic look on my face and tilt her chin up. My lips hover over hers, sharing air, breath fanning her lips.

"W-what are you doing?" It comes out as a breathless plead, egging on my ego. My love and attraction for this girl will only increase.

"I'm going to do your tattoo."

Izzy stays silent, eyes darting between mine and my lips. After a while, she finally speaks,

"Okay. Only cause you're annoying. Nothing else." She gulps, showing me the side of her face, looking visibly nervous and anxious. "Now move."

"Sure."

"I'm being serious!" She huffs, narrowing her eyes, "You're a wanker."

I tut, moving an arm down and trailing my hand over her stomach, softly fiddling with her belly piercing. Leaning forward, I kiss her jaw, smiling when she chokes, shuffling backwards.

"What's it off, hmm?" I murmur, loving the way she's reacting to me. This is not good for Reed Jr. He's had more than enough cold showers for his wet dreams but who can blame him.

"Your initials." She admits, shocking me to the core. Her voice quietens down, becoming more shy and timid. "Just like how you got mine." She wrings her hands together, shrugging, "Wanted to return the favour."