Serena Setter
I had absolutely no idea how long a tattoo took. I did know that I had to watch Macon, shirtless, for a couple of hours. I couldn't take my eyes off of him the entire time. I didn't have a lot of experience with guys. Witches and Warlocks took mates seriously, so most of the time it was pretty rare to fool around beforehand. Unless someone was absolutely sure that they were mates… like I had been about Damien at one time.
As we left the tattoo parlor, I couldn't think about how I had traced his shirtless chest after. And how I had enchanted the tattoo.
“You're quiet," Macon said as we drove back to his place.
I glanced at him. “You really haven't been with anyone else since your wife? No dalliances?"
“No," he said. “I had more important things to worry about."
