“Must be,” Lacey says.
“Maybe,” I whisper.
“Was that a ‘yes’?” Lacey asks in a singsong voice.
“Fine, I was thinking about Ian and his damn tattoos,” I say in a huff.
“We love a man with tattoos,” Ellie’s nail tech says with a dreamy sigh.
“Got that right. I swear that’s the only reason I agreed to go on a date with JJ,” Ellie says. “You never told us how your date with Ian went by the way.”
“It wasn’t a date,” I say with an eye roll.
“Did he pick you up?” Ellie asks.
“Yes.”
“Is he the one who asked you to go?” Lacey asks.
“Yes.”
“Did you eat food together?” Rose asks.
“Yes,” I answer a third time.
“Then it was a date!” All three speak at the same time.
“Guys, it was not a date,” I reiterate.
“Fine, believe what you want to believe,” Lacey says, full of sass.
“Have you talked to him since?” Ellie probes.
“Yes, we’ve actually talked every day since . . . well, texted,” I answer, looking down at my toes that are currently being painted a soft lavender color.
“Every day?” Lacey asks.
“Yes, every day. Thanks for giving him my number by the way,” I say, looking over at her.
“You’re welcome, I’ll take my payment by way of you naming your first child Lacey—Lacey Morrison. Has a good ring to it.”
“Oh my God, we’re not even dating! He’s just helping me get some stuff crossed off my Bucket List,” I say without thinking, and before I know it both Ellie and Lacey are squealing and asking me if his dick matches his big-dick energy.
“He’s helping me get a tattoo,” I say, exasperated.
“But I’m sure he wants to help out with the rest,” Ellie says with a wink.
“Yeah, we all saw him staring at your ass at the bar,” Lacey adds.
“He was not staring at my ass,” I say, looking at Lacey. “And he doesn’t know about the spicy stuff on my list. I only told him the boring stuff.”
“He was staring,” Ellie adds.
“Honestly, guys, he’s just being polite since I’m Levi’s roommate.”
“Sure, if that’s what you want to think,” Lacey throws out, “Aren’t you hanging out with him again this afternoon?”
“Kind of,” I say, feeling myself blush again. Jesus, why can’t I stop blushing when talking or thinking of this guy? I’ve never been a blusher. I’ve never really been shy or even really cared about what others think, but this guy makes me feel like a teenager with her first crush. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so giddy. “We’re grabbing coffee and then going to meet with his tattoo artist.”
