Chris smile caught my breath. He was sitting on the dirty sidewalk, back against the rough concrete building, waiting for me. Instead of unlocking the door, I sat beside him. Chris turned, smiling shyly.
As always he looked amazing. He wore faded gray jeans, a black long sleeve sweater, and a beanie that kept his slick blonde hair back, away from his eyes. His bracelets and gauge-earrings completed his sexy look.
He was here for his last appointment and I hope our first date after I finish tattooing his chest— just a single word left.
Love, Beauty, and finally Peace.