face is priceless.
“You never thought to cover it?!” His laugh is addicting, and soon we are both in a fit of laughs.
“No!” I manage between gasps for air. “Dave won’t do it until I have something meaningful to cover it with.”
Eddie stops laughing and looks at me, smiling, bewildered, and honestly he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
“Dave?”
“My tattoo artist. Why? You looking for a new one? I think you have some blank spots that need filling.” I grin and wag my eyebrows at him, causing yet another fit of laughter.
Maybe it’s all the stress from tonight falling off of us, but this is the best night I’ve had in a while, and it has everything to do with the company. We fell into such an easy pattern together, throwing jabs at each other, laughing together,
“Dave at Iron Tiger? Down the street from the bar?” The question stuns me. He knows Dave?
“You know Dave?”
“He’s the only man that’s ever inked me. I don’t trust anyone else.” His eyes glow, his smile genuine. What a small world.
“He’s pretty good. That’s crazy!” I laugh and start inspecting his work.
“Fuck yea he is. Man, that’s... how did I not ever see you there before?”
I shrug and can’t answer him. I don’t know. I always make the first appointment in the day, just because of working the bar at night, so our schedules probably have never meshed.
We spend the rest of the night lying together in bed, talking about the stories behind our tattoos, learning of each other’s pasts. The good, the bad, and the ugly, we talk about it all. Hearing stories of his childhood breaks my heart, but I want to hear them all. The worst is that he has no clue where his sister is to this day. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t find my brother. He laughs at the thought of me being a school teacher, and I have to agree. I finally find out what he does for a living, and it shocks the shit out of me.
“You? A computer nerd?!” I laugh more. God, my face is hurting from all the laughing tonight.
“What? Never judge a book by its cover, Ms. Sorority over there,” he jokes. He’s right, neither of us look like who we are or who we used to be.
Looking over at the clock, it’s almost two in the morning and I’m beat. Trying to hide my yawn in the pillow, Eddie laughs at me.
“We need to sleep.” He yawns, which sets me off again, which makes him laugh, then I start laughing. God, we’re insane!
“Right. Sleep actually sounds wonderful.”
Pulling the covers over me, I watch him get out of bed and can’t rip my eyes off of him. His muscles ripple as he pulls his t-shirt off, making the newest addition to his ink move with his arms. Angel wings. That’s perfect.
“I like that,” I whisper. He turns his head and looks at me confused. “Your wings. They are beautiful.”
He looks down, suddenly growing quieter than he had been all night.
“It’s for my mom. Her name was Angela... when I was a kid I always thought it was Angel. Now she’s my angel.” He shrugs and smiles at me. Angela. Those are the letters I saw on him our first night sleeping in the same bed.
“It’s beautiful, Eddie. Now come on... I’m cold!” I wiggle under the blankets, waiting for him to warm me up so we can finally get some sleep.
When he finally comes to bed, wearing just as little of clothing as I had on, I know I made the right choice in staying with him. Sure, he’s had a tough life, but he’s made something of himself. He’s done more with his life than I have with mine, and I was handed everything as a kid. His arm comes around me, pulling my back side into him. He growls into my ear and pushes a little more into me, setting every part of me on fire immediately. I take a deep breath, about ready to scold him that at this rate we will never get any sleep, when I hear his soft snores in my ear.
“I love you, Eddie,” I whisper as quietly as I can, testing the words out that I haven’t
“You never thought to cover it?!” His laugh is addicting, and soon we are both in a fit of laughs.
“No!” I manage between gasps for air. “Dave won’t do it until I have something meaningful to cover it with.”
Eddie stops laughing and looks at me, smiling, bewildered, and honestly he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
“Dave?”
“My tattoo artist. Why? You looking for a new one? I think you have some blank spots that need filling.” I grin and wag my eyebrows at him, causing yet another fit of laughter.
Maybe it’s all the stress from tonight falling off of us, but this is the best night I’ve had in a while, and it has everything to do with the company. We fell into such an easy pattern together, throwing jabs at each other, laughing together,
“Dave at Iron Tiger? Down the street from the bar?” The question stuns me. He knows Dave?
“You know Dave?”
“He’s the only man that’s ever inked me. I don’t trust anyone else.” His eyes glow, his smile genuine. What a small world.
“He’s pretty good. That’s crazy!” I laugh and start inspecting his work.
“Fuck yea he is. Man, that’s... how did I not ever see you there before?”
I shrug and can’t answer him. I don’t know. I always make the first appointment in the day, just because of working the bar at night, so our schedules probably have never meshed.
We spend the rest of the night lying together in bed, talking about the stories behind our tattoos, learning of each other’s pasts. The good, the bad, and the ugly, we talk about it all. Hearing stories of his childhood breaks my heart, but I want to hear them all. The worst is that he has no clue where his sister is to this day. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t find my brother. He laughs at the thought of me being a school teacher, and I have to agree. I finally find out what he does for a living, and it shocks the shit out of me.
“You? A computer nerd?!” I laugh more. God, my face is hurting from all the laughing tonight.
“What? Never judge a book by its cover, Ms. Sorority over there,” he jokes. He’s right, neither of us look like who we are or who we used to be.
Looking over at the clock, it’s almost two in the morning and I’m beat. Trying to hide my yawn in the pillow, Eddie laughs at me.
“We need to sleep.” He yawns, which sets me off again, which makes him laugh, then I start laughing. God, we’re insane!
“Right. Sleep actually sounds wonderful.”
Pulling the covers over me, I watch him get out of bed and can’t rip my eyes off of him. His muscles ripple as he pulls his t-shirt off, making the newest addition to his ink move with his arms. Angel wings. That’s perfect.
“I like that,” I whisper. He turns his head and looks at me confused. “Your wings. They are beautiful.”
He looks down, suddenly growing quieter than he had been all night.
“It’s for my mom. Her name was Angela... when I was a kid I always thought it was Angel. Now she’s my angel.” He shrugs and smiles at me. Angela. Those are the letters I saw on him our first night sleeping in the same bed.
“It’s beautiful, Eddie. Now come on... I’m cold!” I wiggle under the blankets, waiting for him to warm me up so we can finally get some sleep.
When he finally comes to bed, wearing just as little of clothing as I had on, I know I made the right choice in staying with him. Sure, he’s had a tough life, but he’s made something of himself. He’s done more with his life than I have with mine, and I was handed everything as a kid. His arm comes around me, pulling my back side into him. He growls into my ear and pushes a little more into me, setting every part of me on fire immediately. I take a deep breath, about ready to scold him that at this rate we will never get any sleep, when I hear his soft snores in my ear.
“I love you, Eddie,” I whisper as quietly as I can, testing the words out that I haven’t
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