it was a warm summer eve. you were sitting on the bed in your room, reading a novel whilst will, your boyfriend, lied down with his head on your lap, one of his arms wrapped around your legs and the other tracing the tattoo on your thigh.

at one point, will got an idea and tilted his head to look up at you, his eyes locking on yours and his hand pausing its movement on your thigh.

“[nickname]?” he spoke softly, gazing up at you with curiosity in his warm eyes. “can i colour your tattoo?”