Louis POV
Flenching as the buzzing needle made contact with his skin, I gripped his hand tightly, wincing as if his pain was my own. I couldn't help but to glare at the man directing the gun.
Tomy chuckled, gaining my attention.
"It's okay, it'll be over soon." I assured him, returning to glare at the tattooist hurting my Mate.
"Loius, do you see how many tattoos I have? I think I'm use to getting them by now. It doesn't even hurt."
I pouted, still not trusting the male with the tattoo gun. Tomy was just too prideful to admit that it hurt. It's okay though, I'm holding onto his hand.
We were suppose to be making arrangements for our ceremony with our moms, but Tomy wanted to come get a tattoo and I found it hard being away from him. Even if he was annoying most of the time.
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