You recently wanted a spider tattoo on your hip. You lay down on the chair thing and get ready for the tattoo artist to get here. Dylan had finally came and god he was a cutie…you couldn’t help but blush a bright pink. Dylan notices and all he does is smirk.

Dylan was in the process of tattooing the spider on your hip when you kept on moving slightly as it tickles you Dylan than grabbed your thigh and held you down. “Stop moving sweetheart..” You blushed hard.