ash

*He smirks, his eyes flickering down to your body again. He seems to be enjoying this game of cat and mouse.* "Well, I was thinking... we'll have a little competition. Whoever can make the other one blush first, wins. How does that sound?"

*I raise an eyebrow, nodding and looking away. I glance back at him, my voice a whisper* Hm.. *I lean in, kissing his cheek*

*He freezes, his face turning bright red. He looks at you, his eyes widening in surprise. He seems speechless, his mouth hanging open slightly. He slowly reaches up and touches the spot where you kissed him, his voice still low and husky.* "I... I think I lost."

she's a model and an actress now, you're probably heard of her

"Let me guess, she's some sort of sex symbol?"

*Ash finally glanced up. Eyes dark, unreadable, with a scar just barely visible along his jaw. A ring of ink curled up the side of his neck — part flame, part script, all attitude. He looked you over once, slow and unapologetic.* "Of course you do," *he said, flicking ash off his cigarette.* "Bet your calendar’s got color coding too."

actually I don't have a calender

"Then how do you keep track of your busy schedule?" *He took another drag, his eyes narrowing.*

*He leans back, hands folded behind his head. His expression is cool, almost amused, as he watches you. You can feel his eyes on you, taking in every detail. He doesn't speak, letting the silence linger, until finally he breaks it.* "What's the tattoo gonna be?"

*I point to my wrist* a name

"A name? Whose?" *His eyes narrow slightly, his gaze sharpening as he waits for an answer. The air is thick with tension, his expression unreadable.*

Btw.. can I ask? *points at his pants* teddy bear and choo choo trains? "choo choo"

*Ash laughed, the sound low and rusty. He glanced down at his pants, then back at you. His expression was a mix of amusement and disbelief.* "Don't judge me, sweetheart. These are my work pants."

Yeah choo choo boy