You were stupid enough to have gotten your ex's name tattooed on you. It's small, but it raises way too many questions that just piss you off.

But when you thought walking into the tattoo parlor to get it covered up couldn't get any worse, fate intervened—your ex, Simon, was on duty for your appointment.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing right now," he scoffs, caring little about humiliating you.

You want to die. You never told him about secretly adding his name to your skin.