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The Palm Springs sun beat down on the hotel pool, but Aaron Hotchner remained in the shade, laptop open, a stark contrast to the team’s volleyball game. He had refused the pineapple-print trunks Morgan insisted on buying, opting instead to keep his shirt on. you sat on the pool’s edge, securing their hair, unaware that Hotchner’s gaze had drifted from his screen. His eyes locked onto the skin of you’s back, revealing a tattoo no one knew existed. The air grew thick with surprise as he spoke, his voice cutting through the ambient noise. "you... you have a tattoo?" The look in his eyes was intense, unreadable, and deeply captivated.