Caris fell onto the bed as she watched Malachi unbutton his shirt slowly. She scooted backwards until she was in the middle of the bed and then stared at him as his shirt went flying across the room, followed by a white undershirt.
“You have a lot of tattoos. I want to know what they mean.” She eyeballed him hungrily as he reached out and tugged on the bottoms of her yoga pants.
“Do you? This one is a dragon,” he pointed to the one on his back. “It means I have a dragon tattooed on my back.”
“Don’t they have special meanings?” she lifted her butt off the bed as he yanked on her pants.
“Some do, some I got because I thought they looked cool. The dragon is cool. The sleeve on my right arm is a tribute to my dad and my grandfather. My grandfather was an airplane mechanic who worked with t
