JJ
The steady buzz of the tattoo machine filled the room as I shaded another section of the wolf winding its way around Nixx’s forearm.
Tattooing had always been strange that way.
People thought it was loud.
To me, it was quiet.
Once the machine started, the rest of the world had a way of fading into the background until all that existed was skin, ink, and the next line.
“You’ve been staring at that spot for at least thirty seconds.”
I blinked and looked up.
“I was thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
A smile tugged at my lips.
“Says the guy voluntarily letting someone stab him with needles.”
“I’ve made worse decisions.”
“I still don’t believe you.”
“You don’t have to.”
I shook my head and wiped away another ribbon of excess ink before stretching the skin with my thumb.
“Relax your han
