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Sawyer
“Hold on. I’m not ready yet,” Oakley yells from the back room. “I need another second.”
“He’s been in there for over forty minutes.” Dylan motions to her near complete tattoo. “I’m almost done.”
“I know.” I try not to laugh. “I’m surprised Cole hasn’t lost his shit yet.”
“Okay—I think I’m ready now,” Oakley declares.
“Great. Take a deep breath for me,” the patient piercer instructs.
“Wait,” Oakley screams. “I need one more minute.”
“Jesus Christ!” Cole roars. “Motherfucker, if you tell her to wait one more time, I’m putting that barbell through your dick myself.”
The laughter Dylan, Jace, and I were trying to suppress escapes us in one big wave. Even our tattoo artist—who we found out is named Ivan—has to pause to gather his bearings.
“That wasn’t so bad,” Oakley exclaims when he walks out a few minutes later, looking smug.
“Speak for yourself,” a grim Cole grits out behind him.
That only makes us laugh harder.
Ivan wipes the excess ink off Dylan’s hip and holds a mirror up to it. “What do you think?”
Dylan smiles from ear to ear. “Holy shit, I love it.” She looks at me. “What about you?”
“It’s perfect.”
The 3D butterfly is mid-sized with intricate detail, and there are deep shades of vibrant blue swirling through it.
It’s incredible.
I look at Ivan. “You did a really good job.”
He grins. “I’m glad you think so…because it’s your turn.”
Oh, right.
Jace gives the guy a fist bump. “Thanks for taking care of my girl, man. Looks awesome.” He drops a kiss on Dylan’s forehead. “You did great, baby.”
Dylan beams as Ivan puts Saran Wrap over her new tattoo. “It only hurt a little.” She pats my arm. “You’ll be fine, I promise.”
Somehow, I doubt that, but here goes nothing.
My fingers find the waistband of my leggings…then I freeze.
Dylan’s body is perfect, and her hipbones are razor sharp.
Mine, however, are barely existent because they’re covered by layers of fat.
Fat I don’t want a group of guys to see…even if some of them are my friends.
Not missing a beat, Dylan looks at Ivan. “My friend’s a little shy—”
“Don’t worry.” He winks at me. “I got you, cutie.”
Ivan’s sweet, but the compliments will stop once he gets a load of all my fat rolls. I’m sure of it.
Quick as lightning, he fetches some kind of divider and places it in front of my chair, blocking everyone’s view.
Dylan walks around to the other side as I lower my leggings. “Wa
I’m not even going to pretend like I don’t. I happily latch onto it. “Scale of one to ten?”
Dylan purses her lips. “Sometimes a five, but never unbearable. Kind of feels like a cat scratching you…repeatedly.”
I shudder.
“I haven’t even started yet, babe,” Ivan tells me. “Relax.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just a little jumpy. It’s my first time.”
I feel like a dumbass because he already knows that.
He wipes some alcohol on my skin. “You’re adorable.”
Dylan’s eyes light up like fireworks.
“He’s totally flirting with you,” she mouths.
No, he’s just being nice and trying to make the fat girl feel better.
“You ready?” he questions as he rips open a package containing a new needle.
I blow out a shaky breath. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”