My eyes widened "You want me to get a tattoo?"

"No. I want you to come with me." He replied gruffly "I will pick you up at eight."

"Do you want me to come with you to hold your hand?" I teased.

He chuckled and a smirk was on his face as he nodded.

I tilted my head at him "You would think that with at least fifty-three tattoos that you would be okay with the pain."

"Fifty-three." He repeated before pointing out in his smug tone "That is specific."

"That is the amount I counted."

The biggest grin known to man broke out onto the giant's face as he asked amusedly "You have counted?"

My mouth opened and closed as my eyes widened.

I had been caught out.

The only thing that would have made it worse was if I admitted how intently I had studied his tattoos. I knew that he had fifty-three tattoos. Thirty-two large ones and the rest slightly smaller. They all were detailed and interlinked across his arms and chest and abs.

I did what any flustered person would do in that situation.

"Okay bye! See you at eight!" I shouted back at him as I ran out of the garage.

The deep sound of amusement followed me to the car.

I shouted again and this time over my shoulder "I hate you and all of your fifty-three tattoos!"

I was so mortified that I truly believed Kermit was laughing at me too.

As I drove away from the green building and him, the embarrassment was quickly replaced with excitement for the upcoming night.

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty

"Are you going to tell me what you're getting tattooed on you?" I asked as I unwound my arms from his waist.

Stone got off the bike and then helped me down.

The place where his hands touched my waist as he lifted me off the motorbike felt overly heated. His hands remained on my waist, even after placing me on the ground.

I had a sneaky suspicious that he was trying to distract me to avoid the question.

"Come on, Lurch." I swatted his rock-hard chest "I think I deserve to know. I did come here with you out of the kindness of my heart."

"Really?" He chuckled "That is not how I see it."

I understood what he meant. I reminisced on half an hour ago when I raced down my apartment building stairs to meet him. He commented on my eagerness to meet him, but I responded by telling him that I had missed his motorbike.

He seen right through my lie, and it left me wondering if he was some sort of Ella-Expert.

"Are you going to tell me what your tattoo is going to be of?" I asked frustratedly.

At the shake of his head and a cocky smile making its way onto his face, I pulled back from his embrace and started to walk away.