I grit my teeth as I look in the mirror.
I said I wanted him to stay exactly as he is. I close my eyes and repeat that mantra over and over in my head before I open my eyes to look at his smug face which I currently want to punch.
I narrow my eyes at him, but it doesn’t phase him in the least. “Did you intentionally put your claws around my n****e?” I ask, looking at Avani’s image on my chest. No, not my chest, my breast. The image that is now permanently embedded into my skin and flesh is an exact replica of my arrogant dragon. It looks like I decided to paint my breast with emeralds.
The image of him is upright so his entire body covers my breast. As if that wasn’t enough, his wings are extended as if he’s in flight and his tail curls around the underside of my breast. His head and n
