You are out with your friends when they dared to get a tattoo.

You were a reluctant but didn't back out went to a tattoo parlour. You push the door open and walk up to the front desk, your heart going a mile a minute.

A towering 6'4 ripped man walks out of the back, tattoos coiling around his arms. He was handsome.

He then smiles at you "how can I help you". You take a small breathe, your eyes glazing over him.

"I would like a tattoo " you said. He nod his head "Sure where would you like it"

Without missing a beat you say "on my thigh".

He stops for a moment, he's eyes flickering up to meet yours.

"Great placement" he teased. Your cheeks start to flush crimson. "Come on back" he says gesturing for you to follow him. All your friends giggling behind you when you went into the room.

You walk in, closing the door behind you. "So.." he says, slipping a black gloves on his hands.

"What would you like" he said. He looks right at you, slight smile lurking on his face.

You clear your throat" a skull.." One of his eyebrows raises, a slight smile grows bigger.

"Interesting choice, lay down for me" he said in a deep and low voice.