Fifty one (II)

"Don't you dare touch me right now," she warns, and he grits his teeth.

"Feel my back again," he insists, lowering himself down a few inches for her convenience.

She stares out of her window, one hand still on her glass and one clenched into a fist as she inhales slowly.

After a moment of silence, bar their breathing, Avery turns around and runs her fingers over his shoulderblade, the movement making him shiver.

She stares at his tattoo as she traces the outline of his bone, squinting at the dark ink of the wings.

She feels a slightly raised patch of skin, and her eyebrows shoot up.

"How did you cover it?" She questions dubiously, pulling her hand back almost immediately and turning back to her glass, filling it up with water from her jug.

"I found a witch," he mutters.

"So did I, and she couldn't cover mine," she sharply responds, looking at him at of the corner of her eyes.

"She used a special ink, I don't know what it was," he grunts, spinning around to lean against the kitchen isl