“Yeah? What is it?”
“You’ll see.”
Eri decided not to push because she knew he wouldn’t tell her. Instead, she changed the subject. “Finals week is the week after next, and then graduation is the third Saturday of May. Do you need an official invitation to come?” she teased.
Elias chuckled. “You tell me where and what time, Amate, and I’m there.”
“You might have to work.”
Elias shrugged. “I’ve got a month. I can push some appointments to later in the day.”
She’d check the exact time when he dropped her off later and let him know, but she knew it would be in the morning. If it was before the shop opened, he might not have to move anything. “On another note. My dad is coming for a visit next weekend.” Since she stayed in campus housing, they were going to look for an apartment for her to move into after graduation.
“Are we playing meet the parents?” Elias asked, picking another strawberry.
“If you want to.”
Eri had technically already met his parents at Avian’s wedding. Though at the time she’d been meeting them as Avian’s maid of honor and best friend. Not as Elias’ girlfriend.
“Do you want me to?” he countered.
Eri thought about it. She’d only ever introduced her father to one guy she’d dated, and that was during her senior year of high school. It had also been her longest relationship. Lasting until they’d gone their separate ways for college, since he’d been honest with her and told her he was unsure he’d be able toremain faithful if they did long distance. Anything before or after that had only been a few months and never warranted being brought up to her dad, in her opinion.
Technically, she was in the latter boat with Elias. They’d only been dating for a few months. They’d been officially together for even less time, so introducing him to her father might not have been the best idea when things could go down the drain. However, they’d made it over one hump, and she was determined to always talk to him when she needed to, so maybe it would be alright if she did.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Okay. Dinner with your dad on Saturday. Dinner with my parents on Sunday. Two birds in one weekend.”
“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll let him know.”
They picked strawberries for an hour, filling five containers. They took them to the front and had them weighed. Elias paid for them, made sure the lids were snug, and packed them into the backpack. When they made it back to his motorcycle, he handed her the bag.
“Is it too heavy?” he asked.
“No, it’s fine.” She tied her scarf around her hair, Elias helped her with her helmet, and they were soon leaving the farm, headed back to Albuquerque.
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“Amate, do you squirm like this when you get all your tattoos?” Elias asked as Eri shifted again against his dick. Squirm was an overexaggeration. What she was doing was more calculated, but he had no one but himself to blame.
“I’ve never straddled my tattoo artist before while getting one. Forgive me for not being able to be a statue,” she responded. “I’ll be sure to practice the next time I get one.”
Elias looked up from the design and raised a brow. “Unless I do the next tattoo you get, you won’t be practicing,” he informed her. “Besides, it’s easier this way.”
Where she was getting it, having her lie on the bed or couch wouldn’t have been a good angle. Sure, he could have had her sit in a chair, but then he might not have been able to get close enough to make sure the intricacies she wanted were right. At least, that was what he told her when he’d pulled her to straddle him almost an hour ago. Elias only had a small section he needed to finish shading, and then he’d be done.
When he finished the tattoo, he let her look at it while he trashed the needle and gloves, putting his extra gun away in the carrier.
“It looks amazing, babe,” she stated when she returned.
“Of course it does,” he started as he sprayed the tattoo. “I did it,” he finished with a smirk, covering it. Eri rolled her eyes playfully at him. “Do you want your gift now?”
She shook her head. “No, bring it to me on Monday.”
“You know it’ll be late when I finish,” he reminded.
“It won’t be that late, and even if it were. I still want to see you.”
