As he opened the gift, Jules clasped her new necklace behind her neck, the bloodstone settling between the swells of her breasts, resting atop her sweater dress.
Jules was thrilled at his reaction to the inks, certain that he was familiar with them and pleased at their quality. She flushed at the question, her chin dipping as she peeked at him through her lashes. "I'd thought about sketching what I'd like my first tattoo to be, but then I decided I'd rather us work on it together," she admitted, telling him that she wanted him to use them on her in the words.