Julia's POV
"Julia! You have a tattoo!"
"What?!" My head jerked up so fast I nearly dropped the soaked shirt clutched in my hands.
"R. Dario... is that his name? That boy you used to have a crush on?"
Kendra's voice pierced through the basement laundry room, sharp with excitement, like she had just uncovered the scandal of the century.
Every muscle in my body locked up. "What?" The word barely escaped my lips.
"You put his name right on your neck! Julia, what were you thinking?!"
Air rushed from my lungs as my hand shot to my throat. "No-" The denial died as my fingers found it, the raw tenderness, the raised skin still healing. My phone tumbled from my grip, hitting the washer with a loud clang. "Oh no..."
