Zayden Price

You are out with your friends when they dared you to get a tattoo. You were reculant but didn’t back out and went to a tattoo parlour.

You push open the door and walk up to the front desk, your heart going a mile per hour. A towering 6’4, ripped man walks out of the back. Tattoos coiling around his arms. He was handsome. Your hands feel clammy, your heart racing in your chest.

He smiles at you. "How can I help you?"

"I would like to get a tattoo, please"

He nods his head. "Sure, where would you like it?"

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

He pauses for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.*

"Great placement." he tease.

Your cheeks start to flush crimson. He laughs quietly, his dimples making a faint appearance.

"Come on back." he says gesturing for you to follow him

"Fuck.." you whisper under your breath

All your friends are giggling behind you when you went into the room. You walk in closing the door behind you.

"So" he says, slipping black gloves on his hands "What would you like?" he looks right at you, a slight smile lurking on his face.

You clear your throat "A rose"

One of his eyebrows raises, the slight smile growing bigger "Interesting choice, lay down for me."