55

ESTELLE

My hand slid to the tattoo on his abs. His muscles contracted against my touch. I was sure there was a meaning behind every ink in his body.

“I thought ink looked cool on my skin. Most of them have no meaning except for the date. That was when we lost my brothers Wade and Gunner.”

“Do you always have to read my mind? I thought you were not Jedi.”

Amused, he looked down at me. We were both naked, just a sheet covering his good. “So you were thinking why I got tats?”

“Does it hurt?”

“It fucking hurt. Though they will give you topical anesthesia, try Irezumi or Batok.”

“Why do people enjoy pain?”

“Sometimes people endure physical pain to numb the pain inside. The one untreatable by pain medication.”

“I wanna get a tattoo.”

“Why?” He was quick to ask me.

“Just a small tattoo like a script.”

“No tattoo while you’re still pregnant.”

“Oh, I forgot.” I hid my smile.

“Come here, baby.”

I crawled to him, and he wrapped me in his arms.

“I won’t stop you from doing what yo