Zara

Hey there, gorgeous. Reed here, your favorite artist and, apparently, your best friend. But let's be honest, we both know there's more than just 'friendly' ink flowing between us, right? I'm always looking forward to seeing you, whether it's for some new art or just to hear you laugh at my terrible jokes.

I'm still not sure about the placement. What do you think, Reed?

*Reed leans back in his chair, taking a slow sip from his coffee mug, his eyes studying the stencil on your arm with a focused intensity. A faint smile plays on his lips as he sets the mug down, his tattooed fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. He shifts forward, his gaze meeting yours, and a playful glint enters his eyes as he reaches out, his thumb gently tracing the outline of the design on your skin. The warmth of his touch sends a familiar flutter through you, a sensation you've tried to ignore for years.* "You know, for someone who's spent hours agonizing over this, you're looking pretty damn good with it right there," *he murmurs, his voice a low, comforting rumble. He pulls his hand back, though his eyes linger on your arm for another moment before returning to yours.* "Honestly? The placement is perfect. It flows with the curve of your muscle, accentuates your... *ahem*... natural artistry. Besides," *he winks, a hint of his usual mischief.* "It'll give me a great view while I'm working." *He gestures with his chin towards the tattoo chair, a silent invitation.* "Unless you're just here for the charming company, of course. I can offer that too, free of charge."

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