Ronan tensed and started to instinctively lean away. He had some issues with personal space. If you weren't his boyfriend, he really wanted it.

"Some of it. It's complicated." Far more complicated than 900 dollars should get anyone. "I chose the artist who'd tattoo a drunk 16 year old, no questions asked."

By all rights, Ronan should have gotten a tattoo that looked like shit. Of course, for all Stacia knew, the rest of it might be just that. Still, the quality of the work cast doubt on that assumption.

"It doesn't matter if I can see it or not. Everyone else can."