I sure as fuck wasn’t complaining.
One of her toned legs was draped over mine and her cheek was pressed against my chest.
There was also hair everywhere. Literally everywhere. It was in my face, tickling my neck and tangled between my fingers. I had started absently playing with the strands sometime in the last twenty minutes, without consciously deciding to do it.
It was so goddamn pretty and silky. She was the softest, most precious thing I had touched in ten years … or maybe ever, and I wasn’t taking it for granted.
I stared at the ceiling. Each time I looked down at her, I felt a tightening in my chest feeling dangerously close to awe. I was not a man who enjoyed feeling like I might be losing control.
My hand moved slowly through her hair again because I simply couldn’t stop myself. She was mine, everything about her belonged to me.
Addy’s fingers traced idle shapes along my ribs, following the lines of ink etched into my skin.
“Who did all of these?” Her voice was thick with sleep and soft in a way that made something in my chest tighten.
“Kyrill.”
“Really?” There was genuine surprise in her voice. She had only met him tonight but I could see why she was surprised. My tattoos looked like I’d easily dropped six figures on them, given the level of detail and skill evident on my skin.
My best friend might have massive hands capable of violence, but these hands were somehow responsible for the most detailed linework I’d ever seen.
“Yeah. He’s quite talented.”
“That’s not the part that’s confusing me. How did you manage to get a tattoo gun into prison capable of doing all that? Don’t you guys usually build them yourselves in there?”
“Oh.” I chuckled. “Yeah, the other guys did. But one of the guards owed us big time, so he smuggled an actual gun in for us and kept it in his locker.”
“Neat.”
“I guess so,” I agreed lightly, stroking her hair.
“You’re staring again,” she murmured.
“So? I’m allowed to stare.”
“Of course you’d say that,” Addy muttered under her breath. “Stalker.”
I felt my lips twitch traitorously. “I thought it was kidnapper?”
“Pretty sure you qualify for multiple charges at this point.”
“Only if someone bothers to enforce them.”
“How would I know?” She lifted one shoulder. “I was a normal person just this morning.”
“You were never really a normal person, baby. You were always meant to end up with me.”
“You kidnapped me, so it’s not like I had a choice.”
“Irescuedyou.”
She scoffed. “From what, exactly?”
“A life of boredom, without your soulmate at your side,” I explained matter-of-factly.
She actually lifted her head to peer up at me for a moment, then laughed under her breath.
“You’re ridiculous.”