JJ
The outline session started easier than I expected. Not because tattooing never hurt. It did. Anybody who claimed otherwise was either lying or showing off.
But Nixx sat through it like the tattoo machine was nothing more than background noise.
Three hours in, I was beginning to suspect he might actually be broken.
“You know,” I said while wiping excess ink from his shoulder, “most people at least pretend they’re suffering a little.”
Nixx glanced down at the partially completed stencil lines now permanently etched across his arm.
“You trying to hurt my feelings?”
“I’m trying to figure out if you have any nerve endings.”
“They’re there.”
“I don’t believe you.”
His mouth twitched. I hated how much I was starting to enjoy that expression.
The sleeve was coming together beautifu
