There is something dreamy and perfect about their life here. Jake loves their run-down little apartment with its tiny balcony and no air conditioning, loves running trips for tourists where she can be gregarious and happy in front of vacationing Americans, loves being able to spread out naked across their bed and feel his skin pressed all along her side. It should feel wrong, to be so happy, but she can't make herself hate it.
She squeaks a little when Cougar yanks her closer and denies her the kiss she was gearing up to accept, staring instead at the white squares of gauze she has taped to her hips that peek up out of her shorts.
"Don't be mad," she starts, which she knows is a terrible opening. "I just got a tattoo, that's all."
And, because she knows he's going to want to see as soon as possible, she reaches down and unbuttons her shorts enough so that she can peel the bandages off carefully, showcasing the slightly-swollen, still-red thumbprints etched into her skin. "...What do you think?"
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She squeaks a little when Cougar yanks her closer and denies her the kiss she was gearing up to accept, staring instead at the white squares of gauze she has taped to her hips that peek up out of her shorts.
"Don't be mad," she starts, which she knows is a terrible opening. "I just got a tattoo, that's all."
And, because she knows he's going to want to see as soon as possible, she reaches down and unbuttons her shorts enough so that she can peel the bandages off carefully, showcasing the slightly-swollen, still-red thumbprints etched into her skin. "...What do you think?"