#tattoo

It occurred to me that my cheek was probably right over his tattoo. Without thinking, I lifted my face and tugged at the neckline of his T-shirt. This time, the stark black-and-gold mark wasn't hidden. No need for that spell anymore, I guess. Still, I covered it with my palm. Archer's hands clutched reflexively on my waist. Our eyes met. "It doesn't burn this time," I whispered. His breathing was ragged. "Beg to differ, Mercer. ↗

— Rachel Hawkins

#hex-hall #love #relationship #tattoo #love

Books are to me as homemade tattoos are to an inmate. Can't get enough of them. ↗

— Laurie Notaro

#humor #love #tattoos #humor

I have the same one,' he says, laughing. 'On my back.' 'Really? Can I see it?' He presses the bandage over the tattoo and pulls my shirt back over my shoulder. 'Are you asking me to undress, Tris?' A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#divergent #four #love #sweet #tattoo

The cafe was called Tattoos. The fella who owned it didn't have any tattoos... but we never saw his wife. ↗

— Karl Pilkington

#tattoos #marriage

This would go a lot easier if you'd stop screaming in pain,' Zoe told the muscular man lying beneath her. ↗

— Jaime Rush

#paranormal #tattoos #urban-fantasy #urban-fantasy