"You want me to get what?"

"A tattoo." Hunter laughed.

"Oh gosh... Hunter won't I regret this in the morning?"

"There's worse things to regret in the morning." He winks suggestively.

"Or better," I shrug, "depends how you see it?"

Hunter laughs at me and shakes his head, "Sweetheart you've been wanting to get a tattoo for a while now. Come on. You'll like what I chose."

"You get to choose it as well?"

"Well if you just didn't enjoy that kiss as much as you did we wouldn't be here right now, now would we?"

"Well if you just kissed me normally and didn't blow my freaking mind we wouldn't be here now would we?"

I'm shocked at my own words. Drunk Emilia is definitely too honest and Hunter loves it. He's still laughing as he leads me into the shop.

"Ah Hunter! Good seeing you again."

Hunter greets the man back before whispering what he wants. The man looks between Hunter and me smirking. I don't feel too good about this.

I'm sitting down waiting for the two to finish their exchange. The look on their faces makes me decide to do something completely irrational and I'll regret it in the morning but it'll be worth it right now.

"This alcohol in here?" I ask the man at the counter pointing to the canister beside me. Sober Emilia would never do what I'm about to do but I'm not Sober Emilia and Drunk Emilia needs to remember that. I giggle at my own strange exchange before looking up to the man for an answer.

He nods and before Hunter can comprehend what I'm doing the bottle is uncapped and I'm taking a much bigger slug than needed.

"Emilia!" Hunter's shocked and he pulls the bottle out of my hands.

The man who I'm naming Scooter just because he looks like he should be called Scooter, laughs. "You've got a tough one here, Hunter."

Hunter runs his hand over his face and shakes his head, "You're gonna regret that, sweetheart."

Yeah sure a hangover in the morning is a price I'm willing to pay to not feel the sting of a tattoo needle.

"Hunter please be nice. I just want something small and pretty. I swear if I get my whole body covered I will kill you."

"Easy tiger. He's not getting the satisfaction of you naked before I do."

I blink in shock at Hunter who looks slightly embarrassed by what he just said. I ignore the comment because right now the fact that I might just be getting a tattoo I'll regret forever is more important.

"Please can I not get your name! Relationships where people get names or matching tattoos - "

"Are always doomed. Yes, I know sweetheart. Now stop delaying your inevitable pain."

I squirm at his choice of words and Scooter decides to comfort me by telling me that it won't be as sore as Hunter says.

-

They've covered my eyes with a blindfold so that I don't see what I'm getting. All I do know is that it's a hip tattoo. How the hell did Hunter know I wanted one of those?

The noise of the machine snaps me out of my thoughts and I scrunch up my face.

"No, Hunter, you can't tattoo your girlfriend." Scooter says.

"What!?" I scream and I'm about to sit up before crushing arms push me back down.

"Scooter let me go!" I scream thinking that's who's holding me down.

"Scooter?" I hear Hunter grumble. He lifts up the eyes mask to show me that it's him holding me down. "Who's Scooter?"

I can hear the teasing tone playing in his voice. I stutter unable to come up with an explanation as to why I just said Scooter. Sure, it was the name that I gave to the tattoo artist, but that isn't his real name. I decided to mess with Hunter since he's been messing with me too much tonight.

"The guy I met at the club. Real sweet with these nice muscles and he could really dance," I whistle low, "Damn could he dance."

I can't see Hunter's face but I know what it would like like. He's fuming trying to figure out when this 'Scooter' got to me and how anyone could be better at anything than the Hunter Maddox. And the thought makes him jealous.

The tattoo artist who I'm still calling Scooter laughs, "Maybe we should tattoo 'whipped' across your forehead big guy."

Hunter responds with a growl.

"Awww does Hunter love me?" I coo.

"You're blind if you can't - " I hear a hard knock and a string of curse words.

"Easy tiger." I tease him. "You never introduced me to your friend over here or wherever he is," I say flailing my arms around, "so I decided to name him Scooter. He looks like he could be a Scooter."

There's a pause before the two start laughing.

"Okay, you can stop now."

They don't and I lie there blind folded with my hip exposed while these two maniacs laugh at me.

"Hunter I will dump your sorry ass right now if you don't stop laughing."

I hear an attempted silence before its broken by a sputtered laugh and the two of them are hooting their behinds off.

"Okay, I'm off." I say but before I can even try to sit up Hunter's hands are on me, holding me down yet again.

"No. You can't." I can hear the concern behind his voice but I can also still hear how he's smiling.

-

"Please tell me it's over." The needle stops piercing my skin before poking me again, "Ow! Gosh no it's not! How the hell do people do this! Ow! Hunter stop laughing you asshole!"

His laugh rumbles around the room and lands on my chest.

"Look at that 'y' in Daddy." Scooter, or Dylan since that's what 'normal people call him'.

"Oh no! Hell no! Hunter Maddox I swear - "

"Can you not keep quiet woman!" Hunter jokes.

I squeeze his hand really hard in response, "I should've drank more for this."

"You're exaggerating sweetheart."

"Really? Am I? Well how would you know, huh? I don't see a tattoo on you smart ass."

Hunter's laugh moves all the way to my finger tips of the hand he's holding.

I'm getting really tired and wonder if it would be less sore if I fell asleep while Dylan finished the tattoo.

"And... We're done!" I feel Dylan wipe a cloth over the tattoo. It's throbbing and it still feels as if the needle's poking holes in me.

I rip off the blindfold and try to stand, momentarily forgetting about my twisted ankle. Hunter holds me close to his side to support me and leads me to the mirror.

I gasp when I see the small black image on my hip. It's small and could easily be covered that no one would ever know about it. And that's exactly what I want. I want Hunter to be the only person who knows about it.

Hunter's grinning until I look up to him and say, "I don't want anyone to know about it. Not even Skylar."

"What? Why? Don't you like it?" He looks so disappointed, "This was a really bad, drunken mistake and I'm not even the drunk one. Oh gosh, sweetheart I'm so - "

I kiss him to shut up and it works. He's surprised my the action but he doesn't object as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me.

"Hunter I love it! It's perfect! I've always wanted a hip tattoo I just never knew what I wanted to get. But this it's... It's exactly what I wanted."

I look at my reflection again where I see the little black camera sitting on my hip. Hunter knows exactly how much I appreciate a good picture and how photography can really help me calm down or make me feel better. It's a constant reminder that there's more to what meets the eye and that pictures are only pieces of a memory or place.

"Thank you." I breath out to both Dylan and Hunter.

"It's no problem. Just keep it clean, okay? And come back if there's any problems." I nod as Hunter and I walk towards the door.

Hunter insisted on paying since it was his idea.

"Oh and Emilia, keep this one on his toes will you? It's good to see him so flabbergasted once in awhile."

"Flabbergasted." I mumble under my breath and laugh.

Hunter leans me against him and together we stumble out of the shop.

Once we're in the car Hunter turns in his seat to look at me.

"Not too sore anymore?"

I shake my head. He puts a finger under my chin and lifts my head to look up at him. He has the smug look on his face.

"So how come you don't want anyone to know about it."

Stupid Drunk Emilia can't help but blabber tonight so I tell him.

"I've always liked the idea that no one would ever know about it except for whoever you know..." I don't want to finish but Hunter looks at me expectedly, I take a deep breath, "WhoeverI'mintimatewith."

"What was that sweetheart?" He asks. I can tell by the gleam in his eyes and slight pull of his lips that he knows exactly what I said.

"You heard what I said."

"No, I don't think I did."

"Hunter don't make me do this." I whine.

"I'm not making you do anything." He laughs.

"Fuck it." I mumbled not caring to be embarrassed, "I said whoever I sleep with will be the only person to see it."

Hunter's smile covers his entire face, reaching all the way to his eyes and even reaching my beating heart.

"You know I've seen it, sweetheart?"

I take a moment to process what he just said before sucking in a breath and becoming a living tomato.

-

Nawww, that was a pretty cute chapter I think... I hope. I struggled to think of what tattoo she should get. Do you guys like it? Or what would you have put instead? Anyway, the picture is basically what the tattoo would look like but obviously on her hip instead.

A question relating to the chapter: What tattoo would you get or do you have? And what's the meaning behind it?

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Okay, so I just had to add this in cause I got the best surprise in the morning. I got 30 more reads ! Sure, it's probably not such a big deal but I'll be honest with you guys, I wanted to delete this story because my previous one didn't really do too well and I was worried the same would happen with this book. But then you guys just surprised me, so I decided to upload this earlier than planned xxx

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