Tattoo Discoveries And 'Real' Confessions; Wednesdays In The Arms Of A Lover

Day 164 of The Andie Chronicles

Entwined in the covers, I didn’t care it was nearly three in the afternoon. This had been the perfect day, and leaving his bed would only sour my memory of it. 

Tucked under Cooper’s arm, my head resting on his chest, I could finally study the inkings scattered across his chest. They were only visible once he took his shirt off; perfect for in the ring b…