Friday
Aislen watched the birds eat from a bird feeder suspended off the balcony outside Rhett’s window. Of course, he would have placed one there so he could sit at the desk and draw them, she thought. It was precisely what she would have done if it were her room. Watching them now helped take her mind off the tattoo.
She wished she could say that she was getting used to the pain, but it seemed whenever she found a level of comfort, Rhett would find a new and painful spot.
“I am done with the outline,” he said, leaning back and setting the tattoo gun down on the plastic wrapped tray. “I’ll just apply the ointment and bandages…”
She sighed in relief and rose from the chair, stretching out and rolling her head on her neck as he went to the bathroom and rummaged in the drawers before r
