The Tattoo Artist 03

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The breeze blowing outside the shop was extremely cold, my heart was beating fast and loud. I held my phone with trembling hands as I tried ordering a ride, and thankfully, I got one that was only two minutes away. When I got to my apartment, my heart was still racing, but my hands had stopped trembling. So, I ran myself a bath, and took a hot shower. I got into my bed and wished for sleep to come soon. But, sleep refused to come. I had showered twice, changed into the softest pajamas in my closet, and still couldn’t wash away the feeling of his lips on mine. Rafe. Every breath, every thought, every heartbeat came back to him. It was ridiculous, I barely knew him. But somehow, he had managed to crawl under my skin and make himself comfortable there. When I closed my eyes, I saw him a

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