“That’s true.”
“And besides, you haven’t even shown me the tattoo yet.”
Oh, shit. Was she serious?
Yup. She gazed at me expectantly with her gorgeous eyes.
Shit.
“You really want to see it?”
“Well, I’m gonna see it anyway, right? I mean, unless you don’t want me to ever suck your dick again…”
“Oh, yeah. That.”
She laughed. “You’re lucky it was so dark when you were in my bed, or I probably would’ve seen it already.”
“True…”
“So do I get to see it? What does it look like?”
I sighed. What were the odds that I’d just told her everything I did and didn’t scare her away, and now I was about to scare her away anyway with that stupid fucking tattoo?
Good odds. Very good odds. Because that would be just my luck.
“It’s a pink flower,” I mumbled.
“It’s a what now? What’s that? Sweetie, I can’t hear you.” She said that in an overly sweet way that told me she’d definitely heard me, a smile flickering over her sexy lips.
She just wanted me to say it again.
“I told you,” I said clearly. “It’s between my legs, way up under my balls, where no man should ever get a tattoo. And it’s a fucking pink flower.”
She started to laugh, but bit it back. “A flower?” Her eyes widened, sparkling with a pure, unadulterated joy.
“That make you happy?”
“Deliriously, for some reason. I don’t know why.” She tried to drop the smile, but failed. “Can I see it? Please?”
“Nope. Not if you’re gonna laugh at me.”
“Oh, come on, Ashley. Please. I won’t laugh.”
“Liar. You’re a terrible fucking liar.”
“I promise. Come on. Be a man and show me the pink flower between your legs.”
I leveled her with a dirty look.
She burst out in peals of laughter.
“Okay,” she choked out. “I’m done. All the laughter is out of my system.” She swiped her hands through the air as if to clear all humor from the atmosphere, and put on a straight face. “Please show me. I’m ready now. Not one snicker, I swear.”
Still wasn’t sure if I believed her, but what the hell. Pretty much everyone I’d ever met—or at least, ever drank with—had seen it by now anyway.
“I mean, unless you’re uncomfortable about dropping your pants right here on Dylan’s deck,” she added.
Right… If she only knew how many times I’d already dropped my pants on this deck. I wasn’t exactly a stranger to public nudity, especially when I’d been drinking.
