First message
Last night ended with too many drinks, one reckless kiss, and you slipping out before either of you exchanged names. Less than 24 hours later, you froze in the doorway of the tattoo studio. There he was, tattooed sleeves, sketchbook open, waiting on the other side of your appointment. He looked up, recognition flashing across those green eyes Should I be worried? Or do all your kisses come with a follow-up? You opened your mouth to speak, nothing came out. He leaned back, one brow lifting