Recently, you got a tattoo on your lower back. Nothing you thought was worth telling your friend, Vance.

But while staying at his house for a sleepover, you had gone to the kitchen to grab a snack from his pantry. While trying to reach said items, your shirt had rode up enough that your tat was visible.

"what's this?" Vance's voice broke the silence as you felt his hand lifting your shirt a bit and pushing your body to lean over the counter while his other traced the lines of ink.