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“Remember Sean’s first tattoo?” I smiled. How could I forget? He hadn’t wanted Harper or me to tag along, so we went and found out where and when he had booked and showed up anyway. “He started off all macho then ended up moaning like a damn cow in labor.” My laughter made me twitch and Lacey chastised Harper and told him not to make me laugh again. I endured the next forty-five minutes in painful silence, and Harper didn’t let go of my hand once. When finished, Lacey applied a little cream and nudged me over to the mirror. I stared at my reflection for the longest time. My head was still hideously bare, but the distinctly arched brows were beautiful. They gave my face color, animation and life again. I spun around and leapt into Harper’s unsuspecting arms, almost knocking him to the ground.
“Thank Christ!” He breathed. “For a moment I thought you hated them and you were going to beat the shit out of me.” I turned to face Lacey.
“Thank you so much,” I said, my voice wavering with emotion.
“It’s my pleasure, sweetheart,” Lacey said fondly.
“Thanks, Lace.” Harper wrapped his big strong arms around the little lady and she looked so small tucked into his chest. I quickly re-wrapped my head and allowed Harper to pull me from the room and back down the corridor into the bright tattoo studio. I was greeted with approving nods from all the tattooists except for Marz. He stood and inspected Lacey’s work for the longest time before finally grinning with approval. Lacey slapped him on the back of the head with a gentle reprimand.
“As if I would let a client walk out with anything but the best,” she growled.
“Now, because I waited so patiently and held your hand, it’s your turn to do the same for me,” Harper whispered.
“I thought you were going to stop once your arms were full,” I said glancing at the array of tattoos on Harper’s skin.
“I just need one more,” he said without further explanation. While Harper stood with Marz flicking through a folder of artwork, I wandered over to Yoshi and glanced over his shoulder, admiring the tattoo he was working on.
“You like it?” the guy being tattooed asked. He was young, probably a year or two younger than me and definitely cute. I nodded while watching the tattoo gun whisper across his skin, leaving a trail of ink and blood. The tattoo was a Japanese inspired scene with a brightly colored Koi fish on his forearm.
“It’s beautiful,” I admitted.
“I’m Tim,” he offered.
“Bree,” I introduced myself. A quick glance in Harper’s direction almost had me staggering backwards with surprise. The possessive glaze in his eyes had my emotions lurching in disbelief.
“My older sister had breast cancer. Lacey helped her out with a new set of brows. Emma’s hair has all grown back now but she still says her tattooed brow is the best thing she ever did.” I looked back at Tim.
“I have Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Harper surprised me with this today, I had no idea, it didn’t even cross my mind to do something like this.” Tim looked across to Harper, whose territorial gaze had not left mine. Tim gave him a friendly nod which Harper responded to with restraint.
“He must be a good friend.” The best, I thought. I smiled at Harper, trying to convey my sincere appreciation, my love. His gaze softened, the love in his own eyes caused a little more of my suppressed feelings to bubble to the surface.
“He’s my best friend,” I admitted, then strolled towards Harper and leant over to press my lips to his forehead. It seemed to surprise the guys in the studio as much as it surprised me. It was no more than a chaste kiss but it still held a level of intimacy. I shouldn’t have initiated it but I simply could not help myself. Being around Harper was like being drawn into a force of gravity, I just drifted towards him without practical thought.
“What was that for?” Harper murmured. I was finding it
“Remember Sean’s first tattoo?” I smiled. How could I forget? He hadn’t wanted Harper or me to tag along, so we went and found out where and when he had booked and showed up anyway. “He started off all macho then ended up moaning like a damn cow in labor.” My laughter made me twitch and Lacey chastised Harper and told him not to make me laugh again. I endured the next forty-five minutes in painful silence, and Harper didn’t let go of my hand once. When finished, Lacey applied a little cream and nudged me over to the mirror. I stared at my reflection for the longest time. My head was still hideously bare, but the distinctly arched brows were beautiful. They gave my face color, animation and life again. I spun around and leapt into Harper’s unsuspecting arms, almost knocking him to the ground.
“Thank Christ!” He breathed. “For a moment I thought you hated them and you were going to beat the shit out of me.” I turned to face Lacey.
“Thank you so much,” I said, my voice wavering with emotion.
“It’s my pleasure, sweetheart,” Lacey said fondly.
“Thanks, Lace.” Harper wrapped his big strong arms around the little lady and she looked so small tucked into his chest. I quickly re-wrapped my head and allowed Harper to pull me from the room and back down the corridor into the bright tattoo studio. I was greeted with approving nods from all the tattooists except for Marz. He stood and inspected Lacey’s work for the longest time before finally grinning with approval. Lacey slapped him on the back of the head with a gentle reprimand.
“As if I would let a client walk out with anything but the best,” she growled.
“Now, because I waited so patiently and held your hand, it’s your turn to do the same for me,” Harper whispered.
“I thought you were going to stop once your arms were full,” I said glancing at the array of tattoos on Harper’s skin.
“I just need one more,” he said without further explanation. While Harper stood with Marz flicking through a folder of artwork, I wandered over to Yoshi and glanced over his shoulder, admiring the tattoo he was working on.
“You like it?” the guy being tattooed asked. He was young, probably a year or two younger than me and definitely cute. I nodded while watching the tattoo gun whisper across his skin, leaving a trail of ink and blood. The tattoo was a Japanese inspired scene with a brightly colored Koi fish on his forearm.
“It’s beautiful,” I admitted.
“I’m Tim,” he offered.
“Bree,” I introduced myself. A quick glance in Harper’s direction almost had me staggering backwards with surprise. The possessive glaze in his eyes had my emotions lurching in disbelief.
“My older sister had breast cancer. Lacey helped her out with a new set of brows. Emma’s hair has all grown back now but she still says her tattooed brow is the best thing she ever did.” I looked back at Tim.
“I have Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Harper surprised me with this today, I had no idea, it didn’t even cross my mind to do something like this.” Tim looked across to Harper, whose territorial gaze had not left mine. Tim gave him a friendly nod which Harper responded to with restraint.
“He must be a good friend.” The best, I thought. I smiled at Harper, trying to convey my sincere appreciation, my love. His gaze softened, the love in his own eyes caused a little more of my suppressed feelings to bubble to the surface.
“He’s my best friend,” I admitted, then strolled towards Harper and leant over to press my lips to his forehead. It seemed to surprise the guys in the studio as much as it surprised me. It was no more than a chaste kiss but it still held a level of intimacy. I shouldn’t have initiated it but I simply could not help myself. Being around Harper was like being drawn into a force of gravity, I just drifted towards him without practical thought.
“What was that for?” Harper murmured. I was finding it
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