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I lay my head on his chest , the steady beat of his heart urging me to sleep and I yawn , drawing patterns over his tattoos . “I love your tattoos ,” I mumble , my voice sleepy and my thoughts jumbled . The black ink swirling in his skin has always been so hypnotising to me , I have always wanted to know the meaning behind every single one . And to be fair , it’s hot . I shift my head on his chest and glance up at him through my lashes , seeing the small smirk on his lips . Is he amused right now ? He must be . “And I also love your smirks and smiles and grins .” I reach up and trail my finger tips over his soft , small smile , the skin soft and and hypnotising . Sometimes — most of the time — it annoyed me , because he’d always smirk when he was taunting me . But now , It’s all
