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Leaving your car, you walked towards Pete's humble abode with your heart pulsating out of your chest.
You and Pete have been seeing each other for less than a month, and so far it has gone pretty well. He invited you over to his house to chill out, to get to know each other a bit well. You were excited yet nervous for today.
You walked up to the door and lightly knocked three times. Twiddling your thumbs, you waited for Pete to open the door. After you knocked, you heard footsteps approach the doorway. The door swung open, showing Pete's bright smile. He opened his arms as you closed the gap between you two while wrapping your arms around him. He swayed you two back and forth for a few minutes until he broke the embrace.
He grabbed your hand and led you into the basement, the smell of weed and cologne hit your nostrils as you approached the room. He guided you to the couch as you both took a seat. He turned towards you to meet your eyes.
"I'm so glad you could come," Pete beamed. "So how do you like it here?"
"This room is fucking sick dude," You exclaimed. "It's like something out of a movie!"
"Thanks!" Pete replied.
You continued to scan your surroundings until you spotted a tattoo gun.
"Sick is that a tattoo gun?" You asked.
"Yeah it is," he replied. "Do you want me to give you a tattoo?"
Your eyes widened with surprise but you were low-key kind of excited for him to tattoo you.
"Yeah I'm down," You replied.
He shot back a smile before ascending from his seat to go grab the gun. He picked it up off of the table it was rested on, along with the colors to use. He set them down by a chair as he motioned you to come over. You retreated over to the chair, sitting down on the soft leather cushion.
"Lay your arm flat on the table," Pete ordered. "I was thinking about doing the tattoo on your forearm,"
You nodded your head as you extended your arm out, your forearm in his view. He positioned your arm so he had access to that patch of skin as he ran his hand down your forearm. He began to sterilize everything including your forearm. Once he finished, he grabbed the tattoo gun and dipped it in the ink. He turned on the tattoo gun and began to tattoo your forearm. He was very focused, his eyebrows were furrowed and bent over. You could feel his breath on your arm as he was very thorough with his design. You winced every now and then since there is literally a needle in your skin. Everytime you winced, Pete would avert his gaze off the tattoo and up at you.
"You feelin alright?" He would ask.
You just nodded your head as he went back to the tattoo.
After about an hour, he was complete with your tattoo. He grabbed gauze with tattoo goo on it and wiped the tattoo. The tattoo stung like a bitch, it felt as if an angry swarm of bees stung your arm a thousand times. You looked at the finished product, feeling a bit disappointed. It's not that the tattoo is ugly, but you feel like you couldn't pull it off.
"So, how do you like it?" Pete questioned with hope in his eyes.
"It's pretty cool," You lightly lied.
"Oh also, is it okay if you stay here?" Pete asked. "I want to make sure the tattoo doesn't become infected,"
"Yeah sure, I didn't feel like driving home anyway," You lightly laughed.
A large smile creeped on his face as he stared at you. He was so excited about the final design but he was so excited about spending time with you. He bandaged up your tattoo as the night went on. The rest of the night, Pete ordered some takeout for the both of you as you conversed about each other. After about 2-3 hours later, a yawn escaped from your mouth.
"You ready for bed?" He asked.
You nodded your head as you looked up at him with sleepy eyes. Both of you ended up getting ready for bed along with cleaning the tattoo so it stays in its new state. Pete lended you some clothes since you didn't have pajamas. His clothes were so comfortable, warm, and smelled like him. The both of you laid on his bed and situated yourselves into slumber. You fell asleep first, which caused Pete to giggle internally. He lightly moved your arm to his gaze so he could look at the tattoo.
"I'm so glad this turned out well, she really makes it even more beautiful than it already is," He whispered to himself.
Since you weren't fully asleep, you heard his sweet words which caused your heart to pulsate even more than it did upon entering Pete's house. A blush probably spread across your cheeks as well, he literally turns you into putty with his words. After he whispered that, he turned to the other side of the bed and fell asleep. You slowly opened your eyes as you stared at the tattoo.
Maybe it's not so bad! You thought.