The night before college graduation, was one for the books.Deciding to memorialize our last night together, my roommates and I ended up in front of a tattoo shop. They chickened out. I didn't. Lying face down, ass up, and alone on the table of the tattooed, god of a man, whose sinfully sexy style, and delicious demeanor wasn't part of the plan. It was one night, no regrets, no looking back, until I finally got a good look at the art he tagged me with.Tag, I'm it.