(Karsten)
Her lingering touches on my neck tattoo woke me up. She must have been intrigued and exploring—for sure I knew she must be staring as well.
So I said, "It's rude to stare, Blue Rose." Before opening my eyes and finding her shyly doing just that.
Quickly, she tried to snatch her hand away from my neck, but I clasped it in mine and held it there, against my skin.
"I wasn't…was just admiring your tattoo." She stole her gaze away but didn't pull her hand.
"Do you like it?" I questioned, pulling her even closer as if she wasn't already pressed against my hard body.
Arata didn't complain or feel uneasy.
"Yes, but what's the story behind it? Why a snake tattoo?" She asked, her fingers softly whispering against my skin, so calming that I wanted to close my eyes and just drown in the feeling.
There was so much related to this tattoo. The males on my mother's side usually acquired it once they came of age. So I told her.
