Theo’s eyes narrow. “You want me to get a tattoo?”
I nod.
“About you?”
I nod.
“Right there?”
“Yes. Right here. My name in red, everything else in black.”
Stealing my breath, he sits up, stopping when the tip of his nose touches mine. “We’ll see,” he whispers.
“Will we?” I breathe back, a little more breathless than intended. I’m rubbish at hiding how much he affects me.
“Yes. Now… what else do you want from me?”
Forever. I want all the days. All the smiles. All the breaths.
“I want to hear you play.”
His gaze goes through me. A contemplative side I’ve seen a million times.
“There’s one of my first guitars… in the attic. I think.”
My eyes roll to the ceiling. “How do we get up there?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Theodore
The pull-down atticladder is right outside of my parents’ bedroom. I haven’t opened their door since my dad was taken out in a black bag. The room was cleaned. I know behind the door there no longer exists a drop of blood, yet I can’t open the door. Not today.
I pull on the chain and bring the ladder down. Scarlet focuses on the closed bedroom door. She’s smart. I don’t have to tell her why it’s shut and why I have no intention of opening it.
“Don’t stare at my ass. It makes me feel violated,” I say as I climb the ladder first to turn on the light and access the attic that’s been undisturbed for years.
She laughs. “But it’s such a lovely arse.”
“Arse? Really? How long before you stop fucking up the English language?” As I stretch up to reach for the string to the single light bulb, a sharp pain radiates from my junk to my stomach. “Mother fucking hell!” I bend at the waist, pressing my hands to the unfinished wood floor to keep myself from falling down the ladder and landing on her. But holy fuck, my knees feel weak.
Scarlet has part of my junk clawed in her hand, squeezing it like she’s trying to extract my dick and at least one testicle from my body. I’ve underestimated her size and hergrip.
“Sorry? Could you repeat that?”
Once I can find a full breath, I reach down and grab her wrist, prying her hand off me. “Only one person on the ladder.” I pullher lithe body up next to mine and set herasson the floor of the attic, her legs dangling down the hole.
“There’s nothing wrong with the way I speak the English language.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
It squeezes her breasts together, pushing her cleavage up a bit. I don’t mind at all.
Her finger lifts my chin up an inch. “My eyes are up here.”
I shrug. “For now.”
“For now?” What’s that supposed to mean?”
I lean in until she holds her breath. This is my favorite part. The high I get from stealing her complete attention should be illegal. “It means later your eyes will be looking up at me while I fuck your mouth.”
