We spent hours together that afternoon naked in the bedroom. After we showered, he brought us a tray of food, telling me he didn’t want me to leave his bed because he wasn’t done with me. True to his word, he proceeded to eat me once I’d eaten my fill.
We had s*x and talked and even laughed. Neither of us checked our phones, giving one another our full attention. While we talked, he let me trace the intricate lines of his tattoos and told me their meanings. Aside from my name on his wrist, my favorite was a candle on his back. It was inked in relief on solid black, the light from the small flame seeming to shine through his skin. The artistry was incredible, and he told me it symbolized his Byrne family and how they were always his light in the dark.
My throat had clogged with emotion.
