Page 28 of Possessed By Roman

He glances over his shoulder and smiles. “Yeah. What do you think?”

“I’m thinking I want a tattoo,” I reply.

Roman pauses. “What?”

I close the door behind me.

“I want a tattoo.”

Roman turns fully around. “No.”

My mouth falls open. “You didn’t even ask where.”

“Doesn’t matter. The answer is still no.”

“Why not?”

He says nothing but stares at me with those piercing hazel eyes. I put my hands on my hips. “Roman.”

Roman sighs. “Where do you want it?”

I smile. I think for a second. Then point toward the inside of my wrist. “Here.”

“What do you want?”

“A daisy. Small and simple.”

Roman looks at my wrist. He studies me for a moment before finally nodding. “Fine. Sit down.”

My stomach twists in anxiety, but the anticipation is greater. I climb onto the chair without saying anything else.

Roman prepares the equipment, and I watch him from beneath my lashes. The easy atmosphere from a few seconds ago has changed, but when he finally moves closer and takes my wrist in his hand, my body immediately reacts to his touch.

I exhale softly and Roman begins.

The tattoo is small and simple. It’s a daisy. I chose a daisy because it’s small and simple, something that feels like me without carrying some huge meaning I might regret later. Roman works quietly, focused entirely on what he is doing, and I find myself watching his face instead of paying attention to the sting.

“You’re staring.”

“So?”

“You’re distracting me.”

“You said you were good.”

“I am.”

“Then focus.”

His mouth twitches. “You’re a brat.”

I smile. My heart does that stupid thing again. When he finishes, Roman cleans my wrist and steps back. “Done.”

Roman cleans the tattoo, covers it, and gives me strict instructions for taking care of it before finally stepping back.

I look at the tattoo and smile. “I love it. Thank you,” I say as I look up at him.

Roman nods. But neither of us moves. The room suddenly feels too quiet. I can hear the faint sounds of vehicles just outside, but they seem far away. Roman is standing close. His eyes move to my mouth and my pulse jumps.