24
Josh
Wednesday is my day off. We have no training, no games and usually no events.
Normally, I love it. But today, Olivia is taking me to get that tattoo.
Why would I agree to do something so permanent?
Why did I think I would win that bet in the first place?
That’s what I get for thinking with my dick and not my head.
I wish I could trust Ollie enough to give me a nice tattoo, somewhere that nobody will see it but with the excited glint in her eye I can tell I'm gonna hate it. She won't tell me what it is, only that it’s going on my chest. The woman is evil. I love her but she’s evil.
I haven't mentioned the ‘love you’ from yesterday and neither has she. The longer it’s left sitting between us, the more anxious I get that she didn't mean it. I want to tell her I love her but I get this fucking sick feeling in my stomach when I think about it too hard. I’ve never said those words to a woman before and I’m terrified that I’m gonna fuck this up.
Olivia deserves the world and a hell of a lot better than me.
“You okay?” Her sweet voice pulls me from my thoughts, her soft hand resting against my arm, fingers brushing delicate circles on my bare skin. It’s a comfort I never knew I needed.
“Yeah I'm good.” I tell her, leaning up to place a soft kiss against her lips.
“Don’t worry, it’s not that bad.” She says, though she’s trying so hard not to laugh.
“I don't believe you.” I grunt, laying back on the chair again.
A scary looking man comes through the door.
He’s fucking ginormous, bald, covered in tattoos and piercings.
Not a lot of people intimidate me from their looks but Jesus, I wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of this guy. And the deepness that rumbles through me when he speaks just cements that thought. “You ready?” He asks, no emotion as if he’s fed up doing the same thing every day.
That is until he spots Ollie at my side and his eyes light up.
“Hey Liv.” He smiles brightly at her and I clench my hands into fists. Liv?
“Teddy.” She nods at him. “This is my boyfriend, Josh.” I’m so fucking confused.
How do these two know each other? This is not someone I would think Olivia would be friends with.
What if they’re not just friends? Jesus, I couldn't fight this guy for her.
I think for my own ego, I would need to walk away.
I don't need Ollie seeing me get my ass kicked.
“I met Teddy in your aunt's cafe when I first moved here. Don't let the whole grizzly bear vibe fool you, his name is very fitting since he’s more like a teddy bear.”
“You’re not supposed to tell people that.” Teddy grumbles under his breath which causes Olivia to laugh. “So, do you know what you’re getting yet?”
“I’m guessing it’s something terrible that I’ll need to get removed or covered up.” I tell him, turning my body to look at Olivia, “Please don’t make me want to leave you.” I plead with her and her baby blue eyes are bright, I feel like I’m melting.
Teddy places the stencil on my chest, after cleaning the area. I keep trying to peek but Olivia is forcing my head to look at her. “Eyes on me baby or I’m gonna have to blind fold you.”
“You can do that later if you want.” Heat flares in her eyes and the thought of her doing exactly that has my blood rushing south. This is not the time.
I’ve been sitting in the chair for about 40 minutes before the buzzing of the needle finally stops. “You wanna come have a look, Liv?” Olivia gives me a pointed look as if saying ‘don’t look’ and I obey.
“That’s beautiful, Teddy. Thank you.” She says, the sudden emotion in her voice making me slightly more nervous than I was before. She moves around the chair and grabs my hand in hers, bringing it to her lips and kissing it. “Let’s go home.”
After Teddy wrapped my new tattoo, Olivia and I went back to my place.
We’re in my room, standing at the floor length mirror when Olivia stands up on her tip toes, wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.
If she’s doing this to distract me from checking out my new piece, it’s working.
My arms are wrapped around her waist, my tongue mingling with hers.
She moves her arms from around my neck and moves them to the bottom of my t-shirt, only breaking the kiss to get my head through the hole.
I pull her to me again, one hand wrapped in her hair and the other grabbing her round ass.
The kiss is getting more heated, both of us fighting for dominance.
When I go to remove Olivia’s top, she stops me.
“This wasn't where I was going with this.” She laughs, moving from her spot in front of me so that I can see myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess from Ollie’s hands running through it and the bulge in my grey sweats is so noticeable you could see it from space.
My girl whispers, “Close your eyes.” And fuck if that doesn’t make me harder than fucking stone.
I do as I’m told and Olivia’s delicate fingers run over my chest, going to the covering on the tattoo, removing it so gently I can barely feel it. She moves to my back again, her fingers running over my shoulders. “Open them.” She whispers, a hint of nervousness coming through her voice.
I peel my eyes open slowly, and take in the new chest piece that’s placed right over my heart. My eyes well with tears almost instantly and my throat clogs with so much emotion I feel like I can't speak.
“What do you think?” Olivia asks in a quiet voice but I can’t even look at her.
I can't look away from the new ink on my skin. There’s a pair of angel wings with ‘mom’ written in the middle of them, ‘A piece of my heart is in Heaven.’ written underneath in delicate writing.
“I know you said you wanted to get a tattoo for your mum but nothing felt right and I’m so sorry if I overstepped, Josh. ”
“I umm-” I clear my throat, hoping to ease the ache, “I love it.” I say, turning around to look at her. “And I love you so fucking much Ollie.”
“You do?” She asks, so much anticipation shining in her eyes.
I kiss her hard, letting her feel every emotion burning through me. “Yeah baby, I do.”
“Oh thank God.” She laughs and I laugh with her. The sound bringing me pure fucking joy. “I love you too, Josh.” Olivia's hand glides to my cheek, brushing off a stray tear and I notice she has tears rolling down her own.
“So when you were acting all shady earlier were you trying to throw me off?” I ask, a smirk planted on my lips.
“Well I couldn't let you think I was gonna be nice now could I?” Fuck I love her so much.