Chapter 97 Tattoo My Heart

All six of them had been friends since college. I lost myself in their banter, listening, and laughing out loud like a rascal just as they were. At some point Hendrix moved his hands and it was long minutes later when I realized I was playing on my own. He drank his beer while holding me to him with his other hand. I wished I could capture the moment and print out the photo. I had not had such fun in a long while. I drank a few more bottles of alcoholic ciders but when I realized I was laughing way too loud, I curbed it.