You're getting your first tattoo done by your boyfriend. It's a small design on your forearm.

As the final needles pierce your skin, your nails dig into his.

He pulls the pen away and glances at the marks you left on his arm.

"Did I hurt you?" your eyes shifting to the two small indentations.

"No, love, you didn't."

"Come here," 'he instructs.*

Lifting yourself from your seat, you stand beside him.

"I want you to tattoo your name on my bicep."

"Emre- what?" You said surprised

"You can't do that, it's permanent."

"That's the point." He voiced with a small smirk