Chapter Thirteen— Always a fuckboy
Phoebe's POV
Seth slept soundly beside me.
I couldn't stop staring at the tattoos covering his back. They were beautiful; intricate designs of roses, skulls and dark patterns that somehow suited him perfectly.
Curiosity got the better of me, I slowly reached out and Traced one of the larger tattoos with my fingertip, feeling the raised ink on his warm skin.
Near his left shoulder blade, I noticed a name written in elegant script.
“Mary Anne..” I whispered softly.
Seth's eyes suddenly flew open. He turned around so fast I jerked back, my heart jumping into my throat.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice still husky from sleep.
I blinked rapidly, scooting away like I'd been caught stealing. “I'm sorry. I just… your tattoos. I didn't mean to
