"Relax, sweetheart. I'm almost done." Jordan's voice soothed you as you were lying on your stomach, getting a tattoo on your back.

The buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the whole store, your little whimpers accompanying them.

Jordan's hands were on your lower back, the needles piercing through your skin effortlessly.

"There, all done." He smiled as she wiped the tattoo one last time, then stood up and handed you your shirt.