He sits up straight, glancing up at me, before turning the napkin toward me.
“My guy will make it better, but what do you think? I mean it’s just an idea.” He shrugs.
“It’s perfect.” My voice is full of emotions I can’t name.
Sliding my plate in front of me, he grabs a fry off his own.
“You are a good girl trying to be bad. Might as well have the mark to show it.” He smirks.
I wish the way he teased me didn’t make me feel safer than I’ve ever felt before. It’s like he doesn’t care if his words cut me,because he assumes I can take it. With him I can. I know he is just playing around, teasing me in a way no one else ever has.
He doesn’t see me as fragile, even after everything he has witnessed. It’s like seeing me freak out or watching Charles put his hands on me didn’t affect how he sees me. Ben doesn’t let the things I’ve been through warp how he views me.
I wish I could do the same. I wish I didn’t see myself as weak and pathetic. I desperately want to be the girl Ben sees me as. Tough. Bitchy. Mean.
“Eat,” he says, lifting his own burger to his mouth.
“My mother would have a stroke if she saw me eating a burger this big.”
“Why?” he asks before taking a bite. A sound like those he makes when his cock is in my mouth comes out. Never thought I’d be jealous of a burger. My pussy clenches, wishing it was me making him make those sounds again.
“It’s a lot of calories.”
“So, she is one ofthosemothers.” He shakes his head, wiping at the corner of his mouth, where a bit of sauce sits. “Trust me. You could stand to gain a few pounds. I wish more girls would embrace being curvy.”
“Says the man with zero body fat.” I laugh, taking a bite of the burger in front of me.
“I wish I was thicker.” He smiles. “I got called a twig my whole life.”
Biting into the burger my mouth is full of one of the best tasting things I’ve ever had. The mixture of the juicy meat, toasted bun, melted cheese and just a tiny bit of sauce has my tongue exploding with flavor.
I rarely eat burgers. My mother thought burgers were too messy for proper young ladies to eat. I grew up on fine dining, using forks and spoons, never eating with my hands. I’ve been missing out.
“Wow. This is really good.”
“Isn’t it?” He grins. “Happy you have more to eat, huh?”
“Yes.” I laugh. “Though I’m not sure I’ll be able to finish the whole thing. Which would be such a waste.”
“Just enjoy as much as you can. I promise to bring you back here again.”
I smile at the idea, even if deep down I doubt he means it. The idea he is thinking about doing something in the future with me gives me hope that whatever is going on between us has a longer shelf life than his other hook ups.
We eat in silence for a few minutes. He glances at his phone a few times. I try not to read too much into it. He made plans with me. I don’t think he would ditch me now that I agreed to get a tattoo and get drunk with him.
I eat over half of my burger and most of my fries. Stealing sips of the strawberry shake between bites, before giving up. I’m fuller than I’ve ever been in my whole life.
Sitting back, I watch as Ben devours his burger, slowly, like he is savoring every bite. Right now, he doesn’t look like the sexy bad boy the media paints him as. He is just some cute guy, enjoying his food and my company.
Sighing, he picks up his phone.
“Hey,” he says into it, annoyance causing his brows to scrunch. “Fine, but can we make it Sunday? I think I have plans tomorrow.” His eyes focus on me, and I glance down on the napkin with my future tattoo on it. “Oh well, fuck me for having a life, I guess. You all get to blow me off for yours, but the minute I have something going on…” He rolls his eyes. “Okay, fine. I get it. I’m the asshole so I’ll just adjust my plans to fit your life. No need to be so fucking dramatic, Aaron.” He shakes his head. “That’s a little rich coming from you. Jesus. Fuck. Fine. I will meet you for lunch tomorrow. Is Stacy coming?” Pausing again, his eyes roll. “I’ll send her a fucking fruit basket, but can’t it justbe us this one fucking time?” Sighing in defeat, his shoulders slump. “Okay. Okay. God. I’m not heartless. See you tomorrow.”
He drops his phone to the table, groaning as he pushes his palms into his eyes.
“Trouble with the misses?” I ask. His hands drop, revealing his eyes and a small smile on his face. “He sounds lovely.”
“Just for that, you’re coming to lunch with me tomorrow.”
