H A I L E Y
Dominic started walking up the stairs to Liam's room and even in my tired state, I shamelessly ogled his ass.
He was wearing a pair of tight jeans, which was making his butt look delicious, and it was a perfect view. His tattoos were something that had always fascinated me.
Growing up, my parents weren't fond of tattoos, and they thought that having tattoos was a bad thing. But, marrying a man that was fully tatted and not just any tattoos, but beautiful intricate ones had changed my perception.
I found myself tracing them sometimes, and couldn't get enough of them. I couldn't stop staring, and even if I was pissed off at him, I still couldn't keep my eyes away.
Back when we were still together, I could remember tracing them slowly as he slept, feeling safe and secure with
