Iris
Gavin was a tough boy, she could tell. She wanted him, wanted him desperately, and was going to do what she needed to do to get him.

“I did not think you would have a tattoo,” Gavin said.
Iris had tilted her body so that he would see her iris tattoo.
“It is my name.“ she smiled, knowing that he would not have thought that she would have that tattoo or any of the tattoos that she had. He gave her that…