Derek nodded, his eyes glued to the decoration on the left side of Rosalind’s face, neck, and shoulder.
“You are the only one who has heard my lineage, as much as I’ve ever revealed. That night, you wanted to see me naked. If I am truly part of your mind, then I will continue to remove my uniform, exposing my entire tattoo. But since I am not, this is the extent of my story.” She stared at his face, holding her uniform, undone nearly to her waist, yet she only exposed her shoulder and the top swell of her breast.
Derek’s eyes followed the swirls and lines until they disappeared under her flight suit. He willed in his mind to have her display the entire design. Not just because, like most men, he was fascinated with the female form, but he really desired to view the whole of the decoratio
