They set us up and start inking us together. I hold Cooper's hand. Neither Cooper nor I have a tattoo. I’m already getting turned on thinking about his name being branded into my skin and my name marking him too.
“Fuck me,” Cooper growls when he sees my tattoo. I know from the look in his eyes he’s turned on. I lick my lips.
“Maybe we should stay at the studio,” I suggest as we head out of the tattoo shop. I kept the apartment upstairs. We’ve used it a few times for guests, and I keep things up there for the kiddos too. Then there are times like this.
I let out a squeal as he lifts me off my feet and carries me down the street. We hear a few laughs and cheers, making me blush. I don’t care, though. Cooper is mine, and I want everyone to know it.
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THE END