Ford
I clapped my hands together, then rubbed them and smiled wickedly at my guys.
“I can’t wait for her to see these. She’s going to melt.”
Mic runs the fingers of his left hand over the letters on his right knuckles. From left to right, starting with the letter I on his pinky was Isha’s name. It was really one of the only spots he had left open on his body.
I looked at Davis and Dawson looking at their new ink as I looked at mine.
Across Dawson’s left pec is Isha’s name in big calligraphy writing with a lot of swirls. It was beautiful. Mine was small on the side of my neck. I wanted her to see it every time she put her mouth on me. She liked neck kisses. It was in delicate cursive and above the letter I, was a pretty crown. I also had the guy put hearts at the corners of
