Baddest

Chapter 31

I turn the key and push open the door of the
tattoo shop I work at. "Welcome to my home
away from home." I say as I walk in with
colson.

His eyes scan over the sample designs on the
wall, along with photos from previous clients
of their body art. "Wow. These are sick." He
says.

I lock the door behind me, we'd come after
hours. "Everyone here is really dedicated to
their art, I work with some really talented
people." I stand beside him to view the
display even though I knew it like the back of
my hand.

"I can see which pieces are yours." He smirks
and my heart flutters. It's amazing how well
you begin to know someone when you love
them, he can recognize my style when it
comes to my artwork.

"Can you really?" I ask.

He points to one of my drawings. It's a
portrait of a little girl. Her father lost her to
cancer. I remember the day he walked into
the shop, I can still feel his pain as he sat
across from me with her picture clutched
tightly in his hands. I cried with him as I
admired how beautiful she was. I spent over a
week on her sketch, making sure to get her
eyes just right. I will never forgot how grateful
her father was as he saw the final piece
forever etched into his skin He got to carry
her with him for life because of me and that
made me feel so honored.

"You drew this." Colson says and traces his
fingers over some of the lines. "I know
because you put your soul into your art sugar
spice, and it shows."

I could cry, but I'm going to keep it inside. It
would be awkward to cry right now, or at least
I feel it would be. "I do." I reply and give a
soft smile.

I will not cry, so
I deal how I deal with it

He wraps an arm around me and I lean into
him. "I've mentioned you're beautiful, right?"

I giggle. "Maybe not for a few hours."

He cradles my face in his hands and kisses
me. I feel it down to my toes. "You're fucking
beautiful."

Que the blush.

His thumbs brush across my heated face. "I
love this blush of yours."

I roll my eyes playfully. "You're the only one."

I take his hand and begin pulling him towards
my workspace. "Come on."

"Are you excited to inflict pain on me?" He
laughs as he follows me.

I gesture to the chair so he can get
comfortable while I get everything ready.
"Maybe a little. I am sore today because of
you..." I tease.

"Hey! You're sore now but you loved every
second of that." He sits in the chair and
points accusingly at me. "Even begged me for
more."

I set up the tray and walk over to the nearby
sink to wash my hands. "Oh hush. You're
covered in ink, I doubt this even phases you
anymore."

He shrugs. "Not really. Except! This one." He
lifts his shirt over his head and points to his
spider tattoo. "Coloring the body of that one
fucking sucked a little."

I laugh. "Well yeah, it's your nipple!" I dry my
hands. "I'd fucking cry." I pull on my gloves.

"No nipple piercings for you then?" He
laughs.

My face could cook an egg with how hot it was
now. "Lindsay almost talked me into doing
that." I confess. "Once the time actually came
though I was nervous because it was a guy
and I was insecure about my...body. So I held
Lindsay's hand while she took her turn."