(April’s POV)
As he touched my leg, those weird sparks started to crawl over my skin again and I shuddered a bit, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning softly. I kept watching him, wondering what he was thinking, too afraid to ask.
I never told anyone but my best friend, Bethony, that my tattoo was my own design. Whenever someone would see it and compliment me on it, I would just say ‘thank you’ and let it drop. In fact, there were only a handful of people who even knew that I sketched at all.
Of course Mom was one. I’m pretty sure Dad knew, too. But then there was Bethony, Destiny (Bethony’s Mom), Parker (my old neighbor. He was kind of weird, and very much a loner, but was always nice to me), and the tattoo artist, who’s name was Benji.
Benji was a cool guy. He remind
