I got why Will had bitched about it so much.
It hurt like hell.
I rested my forearm across my face and breathed. The heavy-duty pain pills were off the table while I was at work because I didn’t trust that I would do a good job with the tattoo gun while swimming on opioids. Ink was forever.
Soft lips brushed mine, and I hummed, dropping my arm to stare into Will’s deep brown eyes. He set down a mug of cappuccino sludge he’d made using the packets I kept here.Grunting, I sat up, then hissed as Will grabbed my fucked leg below the knee and helped me put it on a chair. The pain was a constant annoyance, but Will never really complained about his, so I refused to do it.
He sat down next to me at the table with a knowing amusement sparkling in his eyes. It wasn’t that he was happy I was injured, it was simply that this was the most giant fuckingHow Do You Like It?to ever exist anywhere. It wasn’t lost on either of us.
Will tapped my mug. “These drinks are so bad.”
Huffing, I blew across the top of the drink, then sipped the too-sweet liquid that didn’t mask the bitterness of tragically terrible instant coffee. “Maybe I love bad things.”
He smirked and waggled his dark eyebrows. “You must. Bad boys. Bad coffee.”
Groaning, I crossed my arms over my face and tilted my head back, which helped a little with the kink that had developed in my neck while I’d been bent over tattooing a frog smoking from a bong onto the back of a seventy-year-old man. He’d talked nonstop about how this was on his bucket list.
He’d almost gone on my fuck-it list because the talking had grated on every last nerve I had.
Maybe the headache pounding behind my eyes was his fault, maybe it was from lack of caffeine. I’d never know for sure.
Will tickled the underside of my bicep, and I raised my arms just enough to give him a halfhearted glare.
“You promised you would only stay for four hours. It’s been six. Time to pack up.” He grinned, the fucker.
“This is your revenge.”
He slid a palm along my arm, and I let my hands fall into my lap.
“Nah. If this was revenge, it would be a lot bloodier.”
I rubbed my face. “We’ve been so busy. If I hang out, I could probably take another walk-in today. Faye has been working twelve-hour days for weeks. She’s saving up to go to some music festival, but she can only work this way for so long.”
“She’s fine. And if she isn’t, you could get someone else in here for a while. You know people who would kill for a spot.” He tugged on the brim of my bowler hat.
I rolled my eyes.
“We’re going home.”
“Fine.” I stood, which had me scowling at my right leg. At least I could shower now. For the first two weeks after the hospital, I’d been stuck with sponge baths, and my dick hadn’t even cared about Will touching it. Thank fuck, over the last week that problem had started going away, probably because I was avoiding the pain meds.
Will carefully handed me my crutches. I wasn’t supposed to avoid putting weight on my leg, in fact, I was supposed to use it as much as I could stand to do it, but it fucking sucked. I breathed heavily through my nose as I started toward the front of the shop.
“Don’t you want your cappa-whatsit?” Will asked, gesturing at my abandoned mug.
“Nah. It’s bad.” I shrugged, but it made my crutches wobble.
He snorted out a laugh that made all this a little better. “Why do you keep the packets here?”
“They’re easy.”
Will ran a hand along my back, then pressed a kiss to my neck in a sneak attack that had my cock sending me an urgent memo that it hadn’t been played with in way too long.
“So, you like bad and easy?” he asked.
I pecked him on the lips. “You know it.”
He glanced down my front and cleared his throat. “Let’s get home so you can see how easy I am.”
