Chapter 38 - Our tattoos

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Then, he told me that he’d booked an appointment for a tattoo today.

I swear, when he gets time to do these things, I’ll never know. But then I’m pretty sure he probably just emails his PA and has her do it. I learned that his PA is called Gretcha, and she’s worked for him for eight years. I only found that out because I asked him.

I feel like I should send the woman a bunch of flowers for the appointments he has had her booking for me.

So, we’re heading to the tattoo parlor, and I actually have no clue what tattoo I’m going to have done.

Sure, I put it on my list that I wanted one, but I didn’t know what tattoo I wanted.

But then I guess it doesn’t really matter what I have. It’s more about the experience of having the tattoo done, not what it is.

I figure I’ll just pick out the first tattoo I see. I just need to decide where on my body to have it done.

“So, do you know what tattoo you’re going to have?” Jason asks from beside me, almost like he’s reading my mind.

“I’m not sure.” I lift my shoulder in a half-shrug. “I don’t really care what it is.”

“You’re getting ink permanently etched onto your body, and you don’t care what it is?”


He’s looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. I guess, to him, it would seem a little crazy. Because he doesn’t know that it’s not the tattoo itself that matters but the experience of having it done.

I don’t want to die a tattoo virgin.

“You can pick the tattoo for me if you want.”

The crazy look leaves his face and is replaced with surprise. “You want me to pick something for you?”

“You don’t have to. But I’d like it if you did.”

Then, it’ll be like I’m getting his mark on me. Something Jason chose to put on my skin.

Yeah, I like that idea.

“I’d love to.” He leans over and kisses me.

Paul pulls up outside the tattoo parlor. I let myself out of the car. Paul is out of his door, on his way to open mine. Smiling, he shakes his head in exasperation at me.

“Sorry. I just forget. I’m used to letting myself out of cars.”

Jason gets out behind me. “Well, you shouldn’t be. You should have spent your whole life being chauffeured around, Sam.”

“Aw, you say the nicest things.” I grin at him over my shoulder.

Jason shuts the car door, and we walk over to the tattoo parlor.

He gets the door for me. I walk inside. There’s a girl behind the counter. Her arms are covered in tattoos. She has a piercing on her lip and another in her nose. Her ears are full of piercings. She has white-blonde hair—shaved at one side, the other side hanging just below her ear.

She’s really attractive.

“Hey.” She smiles at us.

I see the way her eyes widen at Jason. Can’t say I blame her.

He’s dressed in jeans and a V-neck gray sweater. His wavy hair is in that just-got-out-of-bed look, which I love so much. He’s looking his usual gorgeous self.

“We have an appointment for Samaya Raichand , but I’m hoping you can fit another one in.”

“Another one?” I turn to him.

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