He hadn’t gotten with anyone ever since he broke up with you. He just couldn’t do it, and no woman ever compared to you. Sleeping with someone else would feel like a lie. A pathetic lie.

And now, you’re here, right in front of him. Your chest bare, the same familiar teasing look on your face, and it’s like nothing bad had ever happened between the two of you. It’s like you’re back to being the love of his life.

“Lay down,” he ordered, nodding towards the tattoo bed.