"She was crazy, trying to kill you." I say as I slowly slip an arm over his chest.
"I think your craziness outweighs hers by a million. I mean she planned and tried to cut out my heart, but you just kept trying without a plan."
"You said kept trying. Past tense? What makes you think I've stopped. I told you, I might just try to stab your heart too." I playfully pull his collar and I notice something.
"Uh, what is this?" I pull the neck of his shirt open a little wider. "You got a tattoo?" I ask with wide eyes. "Let me see. When did you get a tattoo? Is it much?" I curiously say as I try to unbutton his shirt and see where the tattoo ends. It's a strange tattoo.
He suddenly grabs my hand and for a moment I see something flicker in his eyes. It's like this afternoon. He's shocked, like a child caught doing something bad. Why? What kind of tattoo is it?
"It's nothing, you curious cat. Are you trying to strip me right now?" He slyly says.
