#Chapter174
/"Pretty sure there are not a whole lot of girls in New York who haven’t, at one time, seen what’s in your shorts, Arry./" I raise an accusing eyebrow, biting on my lip to kill the grin that is trying to surface. Not really that bothered that he has a past as a man whore anymore, I now see the benefits.
/"Ouch baby. So no to a new tattoo then? Or just no to Sophie in naughty places…. I kinda like the idea of Sophie in naughty places./" He reaches out for my hand and I bat him away. Looking for a distraction of any sort to shut him up and leave me be about scarring my skin with another mistake. It’s not that I don’t like the little black rose on my back and the memories of him holding my hand when I got it, it’s just I am not really a lover of permanent marks on me. Even if he did tell me I was like a little rose, beautiful, but came with thorns if you didn’t know how to handle me.
Now I see the symbolism in that.