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Inna's pov
I wanted a tattoo.
And a new haircut.
I was opting to feel the tingling feeling of a tattoo gun striking away at my skin. I wanted to feel each indent of minuscule pinpricks would leave a mark on me forever. The pain, though not enough to make me grit my teeth like the first time around when I impulsively got one on the side of my ribcage, was quite nice. The sensation was almost addictive; however, it wasn't as nearly as addictive as coffee.
I stood before the mirror, gazing at my reflection, baring my vulnerable, naked self-adorned with visible signs of affection.
The traces of love's passionate bites and lingering hickeys adorned my body, telling a tale of our intimate encounters. Every inch of my being had been claimed by him, leaving indelible marks that served as a testament to our profound connection.
His touch, his lips, and his hands meticulously explored my body, ensuring that hardly an inch of my skin remained unexplored.
Each mark carried a story, a whispered declaration of desire and possession, as if he wanted to leave an everlasting imprint of his presence on my very soul. I marveled at the sight before me, captivated by the passion that had enveloped our union, knowing that our connection ran deep, transcending mere physicality.
My smile widened as I imagined the passionate encounters we had shared, a wave of excitement tingling through my body. But as my gaze shifted downwards, I noticed a vivid carpet of my locks scattered across the floor. A hint of surprise flashed across my face, followed by a playful smirk that danced upon my lips.
Returning my attention to the mirror, I couldn't help but acknowledge the change that accompanied my new haircut. I couldn't deny the effect it had on my appearance, as if the strands of hair that now gracefully rested on my shoulders possessed the power to turn back the hands of time.
The shorter length seemed to accentuate my features, framing my face in a way that accentuated my youthful allure.
A sense of liberation enveloped me as I admired my reflection, reveling in the decision to transform my hairstyle. It was as if the weight of the past had been Id along with the discarded locks, leaving behind a sense of lightness and renewed vitality. I was delighted by the idea that this simple alteration could unveil a fresh chapter in my life, one filled with newfound confidence and the promise of exciting possibilities.
"Inna are you there?." Olga's voice filled my senses," Niki is here for you."
At the mention of Niki's arrival, my mind came back to my senses, I was doing it- I was having a tattoo. "Let him in," I yelled back at Olga before I got back to my clothes and wore a t-shirt with no be underneath and some shorts. when I got out, I found Niki already making his way into Sin's room.
"Sit down," commanded Niki with his vibrant night hair, his back turned to me as he spoke.
The idea of getting inked loomed before me, and I found myself hesitating, wanting to prolong this moment of anticipation for as long as possible.
Curiosity overcame my apprehension as I observed him, finally spinning around on his stool, tattoo machine in hand, violet eyes fixing upon me with an intense gaze that stole my breath momentarily.
"It's my first," I confessed, my words punctuated by a hint of uncertainty.
"I know Mikhail told me, but is Sin okay with me being right here? " He replied, his tone already tinged with a tease, "I don't care about him, he can kiss my Ace if he wants." We will see about that.
