“Nothing,” I say, looking away from her.
She gives me the side-eye. “You’re definitely lying. Tell me what you’re hiding. I’ll hound you until you do.”
“Nothing major. I got new ink.”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“Let me see it.”
“It’s in a private area.”
“Really? I’ve seen your naked ass plenty of times before. Now strip.”
“Okay, but you have to promise not to overreact.”
“What the hell did you do?”
I move to my knees, pulling down my bottoms and panties.
“What on earth possessed you to get his name tattooed on your ass?” she shouts.
“It wasn’t exactly my choice,” I say, tugging my clothes up.
“What do you mean?”
“Art gave me the tattoo.”
Her eyes narrow. “Did he force you to do this?”
“We have a unique relationship.”
“Answer the question.” She looks about ready to kill someone.
“I don’t want to.”
“You’re crazy to have anything to do with him!”
“What Art and I have isn’t meant for other people to understand.”
“You can’t—”
A knock sounds at the door, interrupting her tirade.
“Are you expecting someone?”
“Christian brought dinner.”
“I’m going to go. I don’t want to be a third wheel.”
“Nonsense. I told him you’d be here and he offered to bring enough food for you.”
“That was nice of him.” I follow Anneli out of the bedroom.
The smile slips from my face when Adrian walks in behind Christian. We haven’t seen each other since the day I broke it off with him.
Christian holds up a few pizza boxes. “Dinner is served.”
