You'd always imagined your boyfriend with tattoos. You hadn't told him but it was definitely a fantasy of yours. He was already hot, if he got a tattoo, you don't what you'd do. It would suit him, considering his cold, non-chalant demeanor and all.

So now, you're staring at him as he lies on his stomach, shirtless, watching some recap of a football game. Your eyes land on the marker sitting at his desk and dart to his bare back, the muscle rippling under his skin as he shifts his arms to hold his phone in front of him. Hmm. Could you draw on his back?

You grab the marker, climbing into his bed as the mattress dips under your weight and you climb over him to straddle his waist. He doesn't even turn, used to your shenanigans as he asks.

"What are you upto?"