You do get drunk and get tattoos.
ONE TIME. And I never told you about that, nothing at all, what time was that? And certainly I didn’t tell you how much I enjoyed it. The tattoo part, not the hangover.
Don lifted an eyebrow at this response. What sort of enjoyment was that, again?
The very fun kind, particularly once we got home and into the bedroom. Apparently it affects some people like that. Endorphins, adrenaline, intensity. Euphoric reactions. I told you I wanted another one, didn’t I?
Do I get to be there? Don typed, and didn’t send. He wrote instead, Speaking of you being kinky. Learning new things about you all the time.
If I get another one, Raine wrote back, after a long enough pause that Don wasn’t sure he would, I want you there.
I want to be there.
And now I’m thinking
