23
Austin
“You’re sure about this?” I asked Sutton for the tenth time since we’d shown up at the tattoo parlor the next day.
“More than sure.”
She was split between excitement and nerves at the thought of her first tattoo. I could still remember my first. I’d gotten it the day after I turned eighteen, and my dad had beaten my ass the next day. But I’d done it for my mom, and I didn’t care that I’d broken a rule while living under his roof.
“She’ll do great,” Julia said. “The first one is the hardest.”
I laughed and squeezed her hand.
“What?”
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
Sutton looked between the two of us through hollow eyes.
I quickly released Julia’s hand. “Sorry.”
“Don’t,” Sutton said, waving us away.
But I saw tears coming to her eyes again.
Fuck, I’m stupid. I ha
