“Oh, okay. Do you have any ideas?”
“I don’t. I thought you would since girls are into Pinterest.”
She laughs as we walk farther into my house. “If I go on your phone right now, will I find Pinterest installed?”
“No,” I scoff.
She puckers her rosy-pink lips at me.
Doesn’t she know not to do that?
“I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t care.”
“I think you do,” she muses, stepping closer to me.
“Oh, really?” I arch an eyebrow, dragging my eyes from the tips of her toes to her beautiful eyes.
“Mmhmm.”
She’s so close yet so far away as she reaches up and plucks my glasses off my face. The world immediately goes blurry as I watch her walk around me and into my living room. Following her, I squint when she chuckles in my direction.
“I didn’t mean to turn you into a Disney girl.” She points to the TV. “It’s okay that your guilty pleasure is Disney movies now.”
“You’re truly unbearable,” I say, walking over and taking my glasses from her hand so I can see again. “You were probably the kid who would untie people’s shoes for fun during recess.”
She gasps, “Out of all the insults you could think of, you had to say that one? That offended me.”
“That’s the point of an insult.”
“Okay, smartie pants. Let’s get to work.”
She rolls her eyes but smiles in my direction, and I can’t help but give her one in return. I feel her eyes drag all along my body before she snaps her fingers with a grin.
“I have an amazing idea.”
“Lay it on me.”
“Your tattoos,” she replies, saying nothing else other than pointing out the obvious.
I look down at my sleeves of tattoos on my arms. “Did you just realize I have tattoos or …” I trail off with a teasing smile.
“No, I didn’t just realize,” she scolds me. “I have an idea for a picture, and the main focus will be your tattoos.”
Now, my attention is caught.
Seeing my raised brow, she continues, “I’m going to color some of them in.”
“What?” I bark out a laugh.
She’s serious, isn’t she?
“I know you have markers in here. Let’s get going. Chop-chop.” She brushes past me and wanders through my kitchen.
“Why are you going to color in my tats?” I ask, watching her search for markers.
“Because people are going to think it’s adorable,” she says matter-of-factly. “And that’s what a good boyfriend would do for their bored girlfriend.”
