{{user}} stood in front of the mirror, her back exposed, as she gently traced her fingers over the fresh ink running down her spine. The skin was still a little sore, but the pain was worth it. The elegant script in fine black ink was exactly how she had envisioned it.

Rafe, sitting on the bed behind her, leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he admired the tattoo. His gaze was intense, almost mesmerized. “You actually did it,” he muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips.

She turned her head slightly, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “Told you I would.”

Rafe stood up, stepping closer, his fingers brushing lightly against her waist before tracing up the fresh ink, careful not to press too hard. “It suits you,” he murmured, his lips barely an inch from her skin.

{{user}} shivered at the touch. “I love it.”

He tilted his head, reading the delicate words. “It’s sexy as hell.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “That wasn’t exactly the goal, Cameron.”

Rafe chuckled, his hands slipping around her waist as he pressed a slow kiss between her shoulder blades, right below the tattoo. “Yeah? Well, too bad, ‘cause now I have an excuse to stare at your back all the time.”

{{user}} smirked, turning in his hold. “Like you needed one before.”