Chapter Twenty-Three
MILA
John’s fingers trace along my arm without realizing the way it affects me. It sends shivers down my spine and fills my stomach with butterflies. Everything about him has an effect on me, and the fact that we’ve finally succumbed to the inevitable doesn’t stop my body and heart reacting to every look, touch, and kiss.
“So…you want to explain the tattoo on your inner thigh?” I break the silence while trying to hold back my laughter. “Or should I just conclude all of your tattoos are due to stupidity with Jackson?”
He holds me tighter, and when I tilt my head to look up at him, he’s chuckling as a hint of blush surfaces.
“Saw that, did ya?” He looks at me with a smirk.
“Well for a split second, I thought it was real and about to attack my face.” I wrap my arm a
