Permission

Vanessa's POV

Shirtless Rodri should be illegal. Obscene. My lips had parted in pure awe. His skin was a deep tan, like the rest of him, and his manly chest were a mile wide. His laddered abs were so ripped, tight and defined that they glistened under his perspiring skin.

His black gym shorts hung low on his waist, and I could see the designer brand of the black briefs he had on under. I stopped my eyes from exploring further down before the last of my purity is stolen by his sinful body.

And his tattoo. I could finally completely see the dark tattoo drawn on the side of his chest. It was the shaded outline of some woman’s face. At first glance, it was difficult to notice that it was actually a face, because of the scrawling and beautiful designs… but once you took a good look.

You could see it.

That realization suddenly slapped me back to reality. He had someone, a lady’s face tattooed on his chest. That was a concrete act of commitment.

I looked away from him, with sobering thoughts