Jaelynn POV
I never thought it would be possible to want something so much that you couldn't function without it. To crave something so much and so often that it's all you can think about. It was like that now. Every time I think about Elijah and I night, and morning, together my thighs clench and my heart speeds up and instantly I'm a horny little mess.
He doesn't really help my growing addiction either.
We've been hanging out together since this morning and he's used every single moment that's we've been alone to touch some part of me or kiss me until all I wanna do is jump him. He was truly an evil man.
Even now, as we wait in the lobby of the tattoo parlor, he has one arm lazily thrown across my shoulder as he whispers dirty things in my ear. I was trying to focus on choosing the perfect tattoo but all he could seem to focus on was the different positions he wanted me in. And while they all sounded so delicious, I really didn't want to get some bullshit tattoo inked into my skin forever.
With that thought in mind, I pushed his arm off my shoulder and proceeded to try and put as much distance between the two of us as possible.
He chuckles at my behavior but I roll my eyes, glaring at him in frustration then returning my attention to the tattoo book. "Why did you drag me to this shop if you didn't even know what tattoo you wanted?" He asks after a few minutes.
I shrug. "I thought I knew what I wanted but these are all so good," I practically whine. My eyes were focused on this rose tattoo that was surrounded with little stars and moons. It was cute but I wanted a tattoo that represents me. I look over at him to see he was staring at me. My stomach flutters and a small smile starts to spread my lips. "What are you getting?"
"Ena's name." He says immediately. I knew this of course, he already talked about it briefly between one of our many breaks yesterday night. "I might get footprints though and her birthday."
"I wish I could be that certain."
He scoots closer to me, slowly so he could trick me into thinking he wasn't really moving. I mentally laugh at how ridiculous and adorable he could be sometimes. "What were you thinking about?"
"I wanted stars, or my name in some form but then I remembered that I already have a necklace that has my name on it and stars would be pointless." I huff.
Elijah chuckles as he reaches over me to flip to the next page in the tattoo book, giving me a nose full of goodness. He really does smell so good, like all the time. It was so attractive. "Your thinking about it to much," he says. "Why don't you just get my name? Your gonna be mines forever anyway."
Something inside of me, something light and free and bright, swells at his casual yet deep words. I involuntarily blush, a dopey smile spreading across my face as his words sink in. I quickly try to wipe it away in exchange for a sly smirk. "I am?"
He gives me one of those half lazy smiles that I love so much. One of his long arms snakes around my waist, tugging me back to his chest and his face goes to my neck. "You know you are. I'm never gonna let you go Jaelynn." He whispers in my ear causing me to shiver.
"And do I have a say in this?" My voice was as slow and sultry as his.
He places a kiss, a soft and gentle kiss that makes my body burn, against my exposed neck. "Of course you do, but you'll chose me anyway."
And I was so stumped by his words that by the time I come up with an adequate response in my head, we were already being called to the back. I hadn't even decided on a tattoo yet.
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Elijah POV
In the end, after a lot of convincing, Jae decided on a tattoo that represented her love for both music and dance. It was a simple- but cute in its own way- black tattoo of two music notes with a pair of laced together ballerina shoes on the back of her right shoulder. I thought it was basic but I also couldn't keep my eyes off of it. Especially with the way it was on display now as she took her sweet time packing her bag.
