You grab another temporary tattoo, straddling your boyfriend. He’s lying on his stomach, on his bed, shirtless.

His back is already covered in several small tattoos. You laugh softly as you place yet another one in his back then spray water on it.

“That’s cold.” He grumbles for the tenth time tonight.

You lean forward so he can see your face. “Want me to get up?”

“No.” He says, one of his arms moving out from under his head to grab your leg.

“Then don’t complain.” You say sweetly as you pick up another tattoo.

“Yes, ma’am.” He says, a smile on his lips.