”What the hell?!”

I glared up at her. She was flustered, breathing a bit heavily, and blushing very hard, “I know it’s there. Now just let me see it before I kick your ass.”

”You can’t kick my as-“

”Want to find out?” I raised my eyebrows in challenge.

She stared down at me for a few seconds, obviously debating her choices, before she signed and let go of her jeans, “Fine, but remember, I was drunk.”

I nodded and scooted her jeans down again to the point where I could see the very tops of the letters. I tried to pull it down more but to no avail. I tried to shimmy them down but that didn’t help either so I placed my hands on the button of her jeans, going to undo them.

She quickly placed her hands over mine to stop me, “Is that really necessary?”

I nodded as if that was obvious, “Of course it is,” she sighed and took her hands back, “Now, scoot forward.”

She scooted back to the edge and I undid the button on her jeans before unzipping them. I moved her jeans down to her ankles and left them there, now focusing my attention on the tattoo partially hidden by the band of her underwear. I glanced up at her before I gently grasped the band of her underwear where it ran over her hips and I pushed it down till I could see the tattoo fully. I inhaled sharply and then swallowed visibly as my entire body heated up.

I let go of her underwear and brought my hand over to the tattoo. I used my finger tip to gently trace the word. It was written in cursive so I didn’t even have to pick my finger up until I got to the apostrophe and then when I had to trace the ‘s’. 

”Like I said… I was drunk.”

I glanced up at her as I noticed that her voice was laced with something else. I averted my gaze back to her tattoo and traced it again. Then I traced my name once more but with the brushing of my lips across her skin, Spence’s.