Open to M
Connection: Boyfriend, husband, friend with benefits
“Hey, sorry I’m so late. You know how it is.” Kai let out a long sigh and straddled the lap of the man at her kitchen table instead of taking her own seat. Working late at the tattoo parlor was something she couldn’t avoid. Sometimes it was easier to just get the ink done than it was to come back and finish it later. Kai found a groove and it was hard to come out of it. “Is dinner still warm or did I really fuck up?”













