Karah's body almost melted when he touched her, she hadn't realized that he had stoked such feeling in her, but he had and she didn't want that to leave. Was it crazy to want to be with someone she literally just met? But she felt like she could tell him anything in the world, like she could sit here with him forever and never feel like she missed out on the world. She turned to him and smiled, "You know your right, I dwelled on my past for far too long, I am going to turn over a new leaf, you've helped me see that that is exactly what I should do." She laid her head on his shoulder and breathed in his scent, he smelled good, musky and like wood, if it wouldn't be counted as creepy she would lay there and smell him all day long. She traced a finger around the tattoo on her arm, "This one is for my little brother, he never made it home from the hospital. He was born prematurely, he lived a few days, but that's all the doctors gave him, then he went home." She brought her arm to her mouth and kissed it, "I got to hold him, I got to kiss him and breath in his little tiny baby scent, I miss him. But I know he is in a better place now, and he feels no pain. Plus he would have had to live the life I had...and I wouldn't have wished that on the poor baby. His name was Jameason." She traced the tattoo with her fingers one more time, the other tattoos were just art really...none of the rest had an exact reason to go with them. Jameason's had been the first tattoo she had gotten, and her father had kicked the holy hell out of her for it. The baby hadn't been his, and he hated the sight of his name on her arm.
"If you ever decide to get one, I will go with you. Its not that bad really, exciting really. I will probably need to bring money with me if you ever get one, because when the needle starts up I will want to get under it also." She noticed that he was checking her out a little and she liked that, hell he could have just sat there drooling all over himself at her and she would still like it.