He rolled his lips in and suddenly I was fascinated by them.
“Couldn’t let my best friend go through that alone. Besides, Danielle was driving me crazy. We would’ve broken up eventually.”
I cringed. “I’m starting to see a pattern.”
Titus’s head whipped over, his eyes bright. “You do?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I always pick the wrong guys. The assholes. Why do I do that?”
He let out a huff of a breath and then climbed out of the truck, coming around the hood to open my door and help me down. “Wish I knew why so I could smack some sense into you,” he grumbled.
“Try that shit and I’ll hit back ten times harder,” I countered, reaching back in the truck for the rest of my coffee. Titus didn’t blink an eye. He was used to my threats.
We walked into the tattoo shop my artist had opened early just for me. After ten tattoos with the same artist, you got certain privileges. The poor guy was starting to have a hard time finding blank skin to use for the designs I had in my head. As of yet, my parents hadn’t caught wind of my ink obsession. All my current tattoos were located where normal clothes would keep them covered up. Today’s phoenix would be starting between my shoulder blades and extending toward my shoulders. I’d have to take care not to wear racerback tanks around my parents or they’d discover my secret.
Yes, I was twenty-eight and still hiding my tattoos from my parents. My sass only extended so far.
“Okay, shirt rolled up and have a seat,” Jimmy said gruffly. What he lacked in personality, he made up for in his design work. The man was incredible with a needle and ink.
“Turn around,” I told Titus.
He frowned. “Why?”
“Because I don’t have a bra on and today’s not the day you’re gonna see the goods, okay?” I gave him my best irritated look.
His cheeks did that blushing thing and he spun around on the rolling stool. I pulled my shirt right below my breasts and then rolled the back up and tucked it under the neck line. As I lay down, my whole body got sweaty. From nerves or Titus’s response, I wasn’t sure.
“So, you’re saying eventually I’m gonna see the goods?”
Titus twirled around and bent down so his face was near my head, turned in his direction. I scoffed, the only comeback I could muster. The artist pressed the sketch of the bird we’d decided on onto my back to transfer the design. He immediately got to work and I pressed my lips together against the pain.
Titus grabbed my hand where it gripped the edge of the table and held it tight. I didn’t mind the pain of the tattoo. After a while, it almost became soothing. Maybe that made me messed up in the head, but it was the truth. I didn’t bother explaining it to Titus as I quite liked him holding my hand to get me through it.
“Your next tattoo should be my name,” he said with a wink.
The boy knew what he was doing. He was riling me up, getting me distracted. He’d been doing that since middle school, and while I knew that’s what he was doing, it still worked every time.
I rolled my eyes. “Please. Says the guy with virgin skin.”
“Oh, a tenderfoot, huh?” Jimmy grunted, amusement in his voice.
“My virgin skin is a throwback, much like my hair. Everybody’s off getting tattoos and piercings and soccer man haircuts. I’m all original parts over here.”
“Jesus. You say that like it’s something to be celebrated. Are you a car or a human? What are you saving your precious skin for anyway? Thinking of taking up modeling?”
He squeezed my hand tighter. “Maybe. It’s not so farfetched. I mean, how many six-foot-five guys do you see with muscles and mullets? I should make a calendar.” He spread his other arm out wide like he was a prize.
Jimmy made a noise that sounded like a cough covering a fart.
“Not many, thank God,” I answered him. And I meant it. Not for the reasons I let on. I’m glad there weren’t many like him out there. He was one of a kind and I quite liked that about my best friend.
“We’ve been best friends since puberty, you’d think it’s time to etch my name on your skin for all eternity. You’re putting a fuckin’ bird on your back because of a damn peacock encounter, but not my name?”
I laughed at that, Jimmy tsk-tsking at me for moving. “I’m not getting the bird because of the peacock. It’s a phoenix, T. It’s a rebirth symbol. I’m changing course. I’m making better decisions about my life. I’m done with assholes like Douchebag. My life is going to be what I make it from now on. That’s what this tattoo is about.”
Titus gave me a smile I felt all the way to the tips of my toes. He held my hand until it went numb and he had to switch to his left. Hours passed and he didn’t complain, just kept me company in silence and across conversations about anything and everything. When other clients and artists started coming into the shop, Jimmy cleaned up and pronounced step one done. I’d have to come back in for the shading and detailed color work.
I stood up and Titus nearly choked helping me get my shirt pulled down in front. Jimmy walked away to clean up his tools while Titus backed me up to the full-length mirror so I could check out my phoenix. It was beautiful. Absolutely perfect. She looked fierce and determined, just like me, and when Jimmy added the color to the tail feathers at my next appointment, she’d evoke images of that damn peacock. The thing had woken me up that night of Jayden and Lenora’s wedding, so I’d immortalize it by way of tattoo.
I looked over at Titus, who couldn’t seem to take his eyes off my image in the mirror.
