Mark My Skin

The Muse
Some girls fall for athletes.
Some girls fall for musicians.
Apparently, I fall for mysterious tattoo artists who make questionable deals and look entirely too good doing it. I walked into his tattoo shop looking for a fresh start. Instead, I left with a deal I can't take back and a tattoo artist I can't stop thinking about. Every time I tell myself to stay away from him, I somehow end up right back in his chair.
I knew he was trouble from the moment we met.
Not the loud, obvious kind.
The quiet kind.
The kind that smiles at you from across the room and somehow convinces you to make choices you'll never regret-and probably should.
I have a feeling this isn't going to end well.
The problem is, I don't want it to end at all.
At this point, I'm starting to think he planned it that way.

The Artist
The moment Kinsley walked into my shop, I knew she couldn't afford the tattoo. I also knew I wasn't going to let that stop me. So I made her an offer. A simple arrangement. One that benefits us both. She gets what she wants. I get what I want. And what I want is to figure out why a girl who looks like she belongs in heaven keeps making me think about sin. She looks like the kind of girl who always follows the rules. The kind who still believes people are good. The kind of girl who should stay far away from a man like me. Instead, she agreed to my deal. Now she sits in my chair while I leave my mark on her skin, and I can't stop wondering what she'd look like if she stopped being so good. She thinks I'm doing her a favor. Maybe I am. Or maybe I'm just selfish enough to want the angel who wandered into my shop all to myself.