inked love || payne

I carefully watched her as she was inking away onto my skin like she was a little girl that just got a new pack of markers. She was so concentrated on her new, permanent, project that was staying on my arm like it's a memory that I will forever have and it'll remind me of her for the rest of my life; it's like she's not even trying to make this tattoo look good, but at the same time she is just to make me happy. And as I carefully watch her ink all she's got in to my dark and dull tattoo, I realized that she was honestly, very beautiful and that seeing her - I hadn't caught her name - was the happiest part of my day.

I noticed him watching me while I was concentrating on his new tattoo that will forever stay on his beautifully tanned skin. I never would think that someone like him - so beautiful, yet edgy - would want something so simple yet so detailed, and the way his big gorgeous dark brown eyes twinkle at his newly inked arm then glances at me, simply nods, mumbles a thank you and handed me a piece of crumpled paper, and that's how the magnificent creation of our inked love began.