☑️ MARIANA
" l would like to trace and count all your tattoos." I moved my fingers on his arm.
"You like them?"
I shake my head. "No. I don't like them."
He frowned and his lips twitched.
I hold his cheeks and pull it. "You fool, I don't like them but I love them." I smiled and kissed his hard jaw.
"You do?" His eyes widened and his fine lips thinned into a smile.
"How can I not? I love you, there's not a part of you that I hate." I told him honestly.
"Good for you." He said with a smug smile.
"Huh?"
"You don't have a choice because I was not going to bleach my skin to get rid of the tattoos for you though.."
"I'm sure they won't go even after that. Is permanent right?"
"Yeah, it is."
"How many are they?" I hold on to the hem of his shirt.
"You wante
