Two buttons are undone, showing his tattoo arrowhead.
I walk closer to him and trace my fingers along the arrowhead peeking out.
His body tenses beneath my fingers and I smile. I trail the line again, circling my finger around the small head.
"I can get naked," he grunts out.
"Okay." He leans away from the doorway and pulls me closer with one hand.
"You want me to get naked?"
I roll my eyes at him.
"You're getting shirtless, not naked. Master."
"I said naked." This man! I squint my eyes at him.
"I'm sure you were a chronic flirt when you were young." He smiles and starts unbuttoning his shirt. My mouth goes dry and my fingers stop circling as I watch him. He unbuttons it with one f*****g hand while still holding me close with the other.
"I didn't have to flirt. They came to m
