Jesus couldn't I get a guy that wasn't hot as hell. I was already nervous as it was. Now add in a sexy tattoo artist and my emotions are all over the damn place.

I sat in the leather chair stiff trying to control my breathing. He was looking down at the design that Ella and I were getting, which was two hearts connected. It wasn't very big but it was the width of our wrist and even though that was only like two inches, that was going to be two inches of damn pain.

When we made this plan I never thought we'd actually go through it. Then two weeks ago Ella told me she booked us an appointment to finally get it done. Damn her. I took another deep breath and relaxed my fingers that were digging into the armchair.

I focus on my tattoo artist and take him in again, this time without him noticing. I was mortified that I was checking him out so openly and I got caught by the girl at the front desk. Her cough had pulled me out of it and I cursed at myself. But now that he wasn't looking at me I could take him more.

I don't know why but men with tattoo are so freaking sexy. Ink covered his one arm while the other only had some here and there. The one I loved the most was the black and white rose on his hand. I don't know why it was so hot but damn it it was.

"Alright, you ready? I'm just going to clean your skin first with some alcohol and then lay the stencil down. If you like where it is, we'll get started. Sound good?"

God I even loved his voice. It was deep yet gentle as he talked to me. The way he looked at me smiling even had my heart fluttering like an idiot. His eyes were a deep brown and they sucked you in. I couldn't look away. Hell I could barely talk as he looked at me like that. All I could do was nod.

His smile grew and I swear I lost my breath. What the hell was happening?! Never have I been this attracted to someone especially so soon. Hell I was about to get tattooed and all I could think about was his lips. I licked my dry lips and his eyes followed the movement and darkened with desire. Fuck.

He blinked and shook his head and all I could feel was ecstatic that I was able to get him going, like he does to me.

He cleared his throat as he put gloves on. "Show me exactly where you want it."

His voice was deeper and gruff and I couldn't help but grin a bit. I flipped my arm over and pointed above my palm. "Right here on my wrist please."

He leaned over and ran a cold swab against my skin making me shiver. I took a deep breath and god he smelled so good. His cologne was driving me slowly crazy. AllI wanted to do was lean into him and inhale deeply over and over. It was addicting.

He grabbed the stencil, placed it on my skin and pulled the paper off leaving purple and blue ink on my skin. "Is this good? If not I can put it higher."

I looked down at it and smiled. "No, this is perfect."

"Good. Now we're going to start the hard part. If you at all feel dizzy or sick or lightheaded, let me know and I will stop right away. We can either take a few minute break or we can finish it another time. I don't want you passing out," he said, looking at me intently.

I was glad that if it was too much I could stop. But I was going to try to push through it. "I promise. I will tell you if I do," I say as I stare into his eyes.

His eyes flickered down to my lips quickly before looking into my eyes again. "Okay, good."

Jesus. Was it just me or was it hot in here?

Every time I caught him looking at me I swear my body would burn. And I loved it. My heart was racing for two different things. Him. And the tattoo. But mostly him at this moment.

I watched as he grabbed the gun and turned it on. It buzzed loudly as he dipped it into the black ink. I was happy that I was only getting a black tattoo with no colour or shading. I couldn't imagine sitting here for hours.

"Relax," he said as he looked at my leg.

I didn't even notice my leg had started shaking a bit. Shit. I was trying to take calming breaths but it wasn't working. Once I heard that loud buzz it just hit me. In the corner of my eye I saw him put the tattoo gun down and take off his gloves.

He moved closer to me and held out his hand. In an instant I was gripping his hand like my life depended on it. He squeezed back and it calmed me down a bit. The pressure from his hand had my heartbeat slowly and I was able to breathe a bit better.

I looked at our combined hands. His tatted one against my bare hand. His hand was big and engulfed mine. Strong thick fingers wrapped around my tiny ones. It was comforting.

I loved the feeling of his rough hand against mine. How it made me feel calm and safe. How it burned into my skin, making me want to never let go. I have only known him for less than an hour and yet he had me feeling things I never have before.

He looked at me with sweet and sincere eyes. "You okay? If you don't want to do this we can stop, it's okay."

I know I didn't think we'd actually do this but when Ella had told me about the appointment I was scared shitless but also had some excitement. It was just my fear of needles holding me back. "I know... I want to do this. I do." I tried to sound strong but it came out weak.

"Are you sure?"

I took another deep breath. "Yes." At least this time I sounded a bit stronger.

He smiled at me again and my damn heart just skipped a beat. "Alright then. I'm going to get some new gloves on and start the gun up again."

"What's your name?" I blurt out. "I know the girl at the front told me but I wasn't really listening much as I was having a mini panic attack," I laugh awkwardly.

He grabbed a new pair of gloves and looked back at me. "It's Grayson," he winked as he put them on.

Damn him for making me blush too easily.

"Now tell me, who is it you came in with?" He asked as he got the tattoo gun ready. I knew the loud buzzing was going to start and was thankful for the distraction he was trying to start.

I lean back in the chair and close my eyes once I hear the buzzing. "Um, that's Ella. We've been best friends since we were like 6 years old. I met her at school when I moved here." She was the first friend I made. We practically lived at each other's houses. We even had keys for the other's house.

"Damn a long time then. That's like Max and me. He's the one tattooing Ella. I've known him my whole life. He's the one who helped me build my shop."

I stiffened and bit my bottom lip. He had started to tattoo me when he was talking. My breaths were short and heavy. It fucking stung. It took everything in me to not move a muscle.

He glanced up at me with a soft smile. "Deep breaths hun, you got this."

Well that distracted me. He could easily flip my feelings with just a look or just by talking to me like that.

"How old are you?" He questioned as he began to tattoo again.

"24," I hissed out. "You?"

"26. What do you like to do for fun?"

The pain was slowly, very slowly though, beginning to get tolerable. "Anything that involves going out. We play darts, pool, we go bowling but that's mostly for Ellas entertainment since I suck at it. But I kick her ass in arcade games and laser tag, so it's even." I tried to laugh but it turned into a groan. "Shit that stings."

"Yeah it can be a pain the first while but eventually you get used to it. Don't tell anyone but the first time I got a tattoo I fucking blacked out for a second. Most embarrassing shit ever," he laughs.

I couldn't help but laugh with him. It was contagious. "Seriously?" I would never have guessed that. He was covered in tattoos and looked like nothing would phase him.

"Oh yeah. Now that I told you my embarrassing story you have to tell me yours." Even though he wasn't looking at me I could still see the corner of his lip turned up.

I groaned loudly and looked up at the ceiling. "Okay fine. So we were in high school and it was lunch and we were hanging out in the school that day. So we're all hanging out in the hallway laughing and joking around... I was wearing those pants that have buttons on the side of both legs—"

"Oh no," he buts in.

"Oh yeah... well Ella thought it would be hilarious and ripped them off! Normally I wear shorts underneath for gym and she thought I was. But instead I was wearing a thong. I dropped to the floor embarrassed... but damn that wasn't the worst part... the principal had just turned down our hall and saw my ass before I dropped down." I still remember turning around after hearing a cough and just slowly dying inside. He told me to get pants on right away while looking up before he left quickly. "We had all laughed after I put new pants on when he left but that was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me." I laughed a bit embarrassed. I couldn't believe I told him that.

Then all you could hear was Ella laughing her ass off. "We barely ever saw the principal after that. I swear I thought she had shorts on though!" Her loud laugh had me burst out along with Grayson.

He had stopped to look at me shocked with a disbelief smile. "You win," he said while still laughing.

"Yeah... it sucked. I never wore those types of pants again."

Grayson had gone back to my tattoo and after laughing and talking, I was more relaxed that the pain wasn't that bad anymore.He had distracted me from it, making it easier to get through. He continued to ask me questions like what's my favourite food which was pizza the same as his. Type of drinks we liked, beer. Tv and movies shows.

The more we talked the more I forgot about the tattoo I was getting and the more I began to like him. And it sucked because I knew once we were done we probably wouldn't see each other again.

Want to know something funny? Yeah that embarrassing story of Bree's is real.
And so is Graysons lol.