over those he's closest to. With what happened with Justin, he's just trying to look out for you.”
“I know. I have a lot of cousins, but I think Caleb is my favorite.”
“Of course he is,” Zoey says firmly, causing me to laugh.
We chat for a bit until Zoey looks at me expectantly. “So, you gonna get some ink or not?”
Nerves coil around in my belly even as I slowly nod. “I think I am.”
Chapter Ten
Faith
As Zoey gets her piercing, I'm left to wander the tattoo shop. I'm mentally keeping track of where all the butterfly tattoos are that I want. I have seven scars, so there'll be at least seven butterflies on my back. Maybe more if Logan can come up with a nice design so that they don't look so sporadic.
Someone walks past me, almost brushing my arm. I move back against the wall, trying to stay out of the way of some of the big bikers that are in shop. I've gained a few interested looks, but everyone's left me alone.
I turn my back on the room and act like I'm studying the tattoo designs on the wall in front of me. I'm not seeing them, though. Instead, my mind is on Zoey. I can't believe she's getting her hood pierced. First and foremost, ouch. Second, I can't imagine having a complete stranger lingering down there or touching my most private body part. Then again, Logan and Zoey have hooked up before, so I guess it won't be too awkward for her. But still...
When I asked her if she really feels it’ll be worth getting herself pierced, she just gave me a wicked grin. I guess having a piercing down there makes it easier to orgasm and sex is more pleasurable. Not that she needs help in that department, she claims. She just thinks it'd be hot to have the piercing, and she knows Caleb will have a lot of fun playing with it. That was way more information than I wanted to know, if you ask me.
There's a tiny part of me that's curious about what it would be like to have one. When it comes to orgasms, I guess I need all the help I can get. However, the day I let a stranger between my legs like that is the day hell freezes over.
“Your turn,” Zoey announces, startling me.
I turn around and see her standing before me, grinning from ear to ear. She looks happy rather than in pain. “How'd it go?” I ask politely.
Her nose wrinkles. “Hurt like a bitch.” Her face clears as she says, “While you get your tattoos, I'm going to go hit the closest bar. Logan slotted you for an hour, so I'll be back then.”
“Okay.”
Zoey squeezes my arm reassuringly. “You'll be fine. Or would you rather I stay?”
“I'm good.” I'm working on being more independent these days. I don't need someone to hold my hand with everything I do.
“Okay, I'll be back in a bit.”
I watch her saunter out of the shop, and it doesn't escape my notice that more than a few pairs of eyes watch her leave. I'm about to turn around to study the tattoos one last time when I see Logan walking towards me. I'd seen him briefly when he'd come out to call Zoey in the back. I swear, the people here in Long Beach are way more attractive than those back in Harrison.
Logan has short, brown hair that stands up in spikes while surprisingly friendly brown eyes peer back at me. He has a lip piercing at the corner of his mouth, and I find my eyes drawn to it for a brief second. Like most guys, he seems to loom over me thanks to my short height, so I have to crane my neck to peer up at him.
“I'm Logan,” he introduces as he holds out a hand.
“Faith.” I shake his hand, smiling slightly. I can feel the stirrings of interest building, but I try to ignore it. No matter what my bucket list says, I have no intention of jumping in a stranger's bed.
“Zoey said this is your first tattoo?” he questions.
At the mention of Zoey, I remember that he was just all up in her...area. That's enough to make my interest fizzle. “Tattoos,” I correct.
His brown eyes roam over me, no doubt seeing a little country girl trying to live the fast
“I know. I have a lot of cousins, but I think Caleb is my favorite.”
“Of course he is,” Zoey says firmly, causing me to laugh.
We chat for a bit until Zoey looks at me expectantly. “So, you gonna get some ink or not?”
Nerves coil around in my belly even as I slowly nod. “I think I am.”
Chapter Ten
Faith
As Zoey gets her piercing, I'm left to wander the tattoo shop. I'm mentally keeping track of where all the butterfly tattoos are that I want. I have seven scars, so there'll be at least seven butterflies on my back. Maybe more if Logan can come up with a nice design so that they don't look so sporadic.
Someone walks past me, almost brushing my arm. I move back against the wall, trying to stay out of the way of some of the big bikers that are in shop. I've gained a few interested looks, but everyone's left me alone.
I turn my back on the room and act like I'm studying the tattoo designs on the wall in front of me. I'm not seeing them, though. Instead, my mind is on Zoey. I can't believe she's getting her hood pierced. First and foremost, ouch. Second, I can't imagine having a complete stranger lingering down there or touching my most private body part. Then again, Logan and Zoey have hooked up before, so I guess it won't be too awkward for her. But still...
When I asked her if she really feels it’ll be worth getting herself pierced, she just gave me a wicked grin. I guess having a piercing down there makes it easier to orgasm and sex is more pleasurable. Not that she needs help in that department, she claims. She just thinks it'd be hot to have the piercing, and she knows Caleb will have a lot of fun playing with it. That was way more information than I wanted to know, if you ask me.
There's a tiny part of me that's curious about what it would be like to have one. When it comes to orgasms, I guess I need all the help I can get. However, the day I let a stranger between my legs like that is the day hell freezes over.
“Your turn,” Zoey announces, startling me.
I turn around and see her standing before me, grinning from ear to ear. She looks happy rather than in pain. “How'd it go?” I ask politely.
Her nose wrinkles. “Hurt like a bitch.” Her face clears as she says, “While you get your tattoos, I'm going to go hit the closest bar. Logan slotted you for an hour, so I'll be back then.”
“Okay.”
Zoey squeezes my arm reassuringly. “You'll be fine. Or would you rather I stay?”
“I'm good.” I'm working on being more independent these days. I don't need someone to hold my hand with everything I do.
“Okay, I'll be back in a bit.”
I watch her saunter out of the shop, and it doesn't escape my notice that more than a few pairs of eyes watch her leave. I'm about to turn around to study the tattoos one last time when I see Logan walking towards me. I'd seen him briefly when he'd come out to call Zoey in the back. I swear, the people here in Long Beach are way more attractive than those back in Harrison.
Logan has short, brown hair that stands up in spikes while surprisingly friendly brown eyes peer back at me. He has a lip piercing at the corner of his mouth, and I find my eyes drawn to it for a brief second. Like most guys, he seems to loom over me thanks to my short height, so I have to crane my neck to peer up at him.
“I'm Logan,” he introduces as he holds out a hand.
“Faith.” I shake his hand, smiling slightly. I can feel the stirrings of interest building, but I try to ignore it. No matter what my bucket list says, I have no intention of jumping in a stranger's bed.
“Zoey said this is your first tattoo?” he questions.
At the mention of Zoey, I remember that he was just all up in her...area. That's enough to make my interest fizzle. “Tattoos,” I correct.
His brown eyes roam over me, no doubt seeing a little country girl trying to live the fast
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