{y/t} = your tattoo.
You were so happy once you got {y/t} design on your collar bone. The only problem. How to get it past Cameron. You didn't want him to find our right away. But you had no way to cover it up.
You had a black spaghetti strap tank on and camerons sweatpants. Your hair was in a bun and you had the braclet Cameron got for you on.
As for your tattoo, your friends were getting some so you got one to.
As you walked into the house you and Cameron shared, you shut the door softly and tip toes into the living room.
"Going some where babe?" Cameron says in a husky low voice.
He grabs your hips pull you against him. His lips attach to your jawline and you giggle.
"Hey. Can I Uh, borrow a sweatshirt?" You asked. He raises and eyebrow, but nods.
Cameron spins you around and you gasp. Shit.
"What the hell is that?! {y/n} I told you not to get one!" He shouts at you rubbing his fingertips against it.
"Cam it's just a little one." You say. You rolls his eyes and stomps up to the room you two share.
The door slams shut and you sigh. You grab a pillow from the closet and a blanket. You curled up on the chair and put your black nerd glasses in, after you took out your contacts. You got to the kitchen table after a few minutes and start on some homework from your college classes.
After one hour, you started on your writing assignment. Two strong arms connected to your waist. He put his chin on your shoulder and you tilt your head on his.
"It's a pretty tattoo." He sighs. You smile.
"Thanks." You say. He spins the chair around and looks at the tattoo on your collar bone. His lips attach to it for a few seconds before he lifts you up.
"Cameron, I have home work" you giggle.
"Homework for losers who don't want to sleep next to their boyfriend for a little bit." He chuckles. You smack his chest.
"Owie." He says sarcastically.
He sets you down and jumps on the bed, sprawling out.
"Oops, theirs no room." He says.
You roll your eyes and lay on top of him. He wraps his arms around you and kisses your cheek.
