Emily's POV*
"Are you bored?" Grayson asked me. We were lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. We ran out of things to do.
"Yes, very much so" I said and he laughed. He rolled over so he was on his side, facing me.
"Wanna get tattoos?" He smirked at me. My eyes widened. "Tattoos?" I repeated, sitting up.
I had never gotten a tattoo before, but I knew Grayson did. He had a tone on his thighs, ankles and even one on the inside his lip.
"Yeah, cmon. It'll be fun"
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"I can't believe I'm actually doing this" I said, as Grayson parked his car in front of the tattoo parlour.
He let out a deep laugh. "I can't believe you actually agreed to it" he said and I rolled my eyes, hitting him in the arm, playfully.
He chuckled and we both got out of the car. I grabbed his hand and he smiled at me. "You owe me breakfast after this" I said and he laughed. "Deal" he smiled.
We strolled in the doors. There wasn't much people in here, considering it was one in the morning.
"What are you thinking of getting, babe?" Grayson asked me. I shrugged my shoulders. He grinned at me.
"I have an idea. Why don't I pick the tattoo you get?" Grayson suggested and I had to laugh.
"You pick out my first tattoo?" I raised my eyebrow. He chuckled. "Yeah it will be fun. I'll even get a matching one" he smirked at me.
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Fine. But if you fuck it up, your getting a dick tattooed on you" I said and his eyes widened.
"I won't I promise" he said and the tattoo artist came over to us. "You guys know what you want?" He asked us.
"Yeah, I have a picture on my phone" Grayson said, getting his phone out of his pocket.
"Don't look" he pushed me slightly and I rolled my eyes, turning away. "Okay, I got that" the tattoo guy said and I turned back around.
"You're up first Emily"
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"Have you ever gotten a tattoo before Emily?" Adam, the tattoo artist, asked me as I sat down in the chair.
I swallowed nervously. "Uh no" I replied, chucking nervously. "No need to be nervous. Your boyfriend over there picked out a good one" he said and Grayson smirked at me.
"Oh I'm sure he did" I laughed as Adam prepared the ink and gun. "So where is it going?" I asked him.
"Your wrist" he said and I nodded my head. "Now close your eyes" Grayson said, putting a bandana as a blindfold over my eyes.
"Is the blindfold necessary, Gray?" I shook my head, laughing. "Of course! Wouldn't want you peaking, now would we?" He said.
I heard the gun turn on and a wave of nerves washed over me. Grayson grabbed my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles. "It's only gonna hurt for a bit, Em" he reassured me and I nodded my head.
