Johnny noticed how your eyes would linger on his arms whenever he pushed his sleeves up. At first he thought you simply had a thing for his arms, or his veins bulging. But no, your eyes always lingered on one spot.

It was his tattoo, small but intriguing. And, damn, he couldn't help but want to tease you with it, pretending he doesn't know about your interest.

So, he'd show it off whenever he could, acting innocent while you try not to stare.

"Just stretching," he grins.