You’re getting your first tattoo done by your boyfriend Shawn, he’s a tattoo artist.

It’s a small design on your forearm.

As the final needles pierce your skin, your nails into his skin.

He pulls the pen away and glances at the marks you left on his arm.

“Did I hurt you?”, you say as your eyes shifting to the two small indentations.

“No, love, you didn’t, come here”, he instructed.

Lifting yourself from your sit, you stand beside him.

“I want you to tattoo your name on my bicep”.

“Shawn-what?, you can’t do that, it’s permanent”.

“That’s the point”, he said as he smirked.