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𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑨 𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑨
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Can't wait to see you
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"You're doing so good," He said as I let out a moan from the pain. "Good Girl."
"Fuck, it hurts." As the anguish grows with each stroke, I squeeze my eyes shut.
"I know it does, and we're almost there." Could you just hold on a bit longer for me?" I nodded since I couldn't say anything.
"I'm done; you're fine now." I sighed and got out of bed, walking to the mirror with my back to it. I lifted my shirt and tilted my head to look at the tattoo on my back.
"Do you like it?" He asked and I smiled at him before leaping on him and hugging him.
"I love it, Luca." I'd been wanting a matching tattoo for a long time, and we finally got one. It was something basic because, as you can see, I have a very low pain tolerance, but it was cute.
He wrote I love you in his handwriting on my lower back with a heart with his initial and I did the same thing but low on his hips close to his V-line.
I clearly don't know how to make tattoos, but he did assist me throughout the procedure, and everything went smoothly.
"I have to admit, your handwriting is very ugly."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome," I murmured as he bent down to apply the finishing touch while I was standing up, which was a dry wipe that stung like hell and adding a medical plaster. He pats me on my ass to let me know he's finished.
"I have something I want to show you before you go." As he slipped his shirt off, he said, and I scowled. "I wanted to wait for it to heal before I let you see it."
He turned around and showed me the backside of his body. In the centre of his back, he has a new tattoo. They were eyes, and I was perplexed as to what was so remarkable about them until I realized.
These weren't just some normal eyes.
They were mine.
Tattooed on his back.
"Luca..." I gasped, still stunned. It was beautiful and it looked precisely like mine, drawn in black ink. Every detail was there, my lashes, my pupils, everything.
I wanted to cry.
"Hey, don't cry." He chuckles and turns around to embrace me. "It's okay."
"It's so beautiful Luca, I love it." With a grin, he held my face and brushed the tears off my cheek before bending down to kiss me on the lips.
