She worked quietly and efficiently, but not too quickly. Despite her anger at being put in this position, and her eagerness in wanting to shift his hot ass off the table ASAP, she found that she actually really cared about making this tiny tattoo beautiful. She pictured the flower as something delicate, with an inner strength and light, that protected it from the icy cold, even as it was trapped by it. She wanted the rose to have grace and power, to have confidence in its own vulnerability.
She finished, moved the light a bit more to check a petal or two, then smiled.
“What do you think?” she asked, pulling off her gloves. “Is it OK?”
Scars didn’t answer, so she glanced up.
“Scars?”
He was staring at her, just staring like he’d never seen her before. Startled, she jumped a bit.
“Wh
