Page 84 of Ink

“Uh, what are you doing?” I ask.

“You’re here so I’m here.” He shrugs as he pulls the covers back and climbs into bed. “You comin’? I want to get some sleep before tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?” I ask, still not moving from my spot.

“Asked Prez to call a meet. I want to make sure he’s down with how I want to handle this.”

Oh boy.

“Is it really necessary to get everyone involved?”

I don’t think I would ever forgive myself if something happened to one of them because of me.

“You let me in, but do you trust me fully?”

Do I?

I know he would never hurt me intentionally. And if he did, he would have no clue he was hurting me. Something tells me it would mess him up more than it would me. The only reason I didn’t immediately tell him about the note is because I forgot about it until I started talking through everything with Evan. She makes her drinks so strong I think she could get me to promise to name my first-born child after her.

“Yeah, I do.”

Ink’s eyes warm at my admission as he opens his arms. “Then get the fuck over here and cuddle with your man, bunny.”

That has me moving. Quickly stripping down, this time not caring if he watches, I put on the black T-shirt he threw in the dirty clothes pile that’s tight and fitted on him but loose and flowy on me and climb into my man’s arms.

“So…” I trail off as I trace the Dirty Devils logo on his chest.

“If you have somethin’ to say, bunny, then say it. No secrets with me.”

“You’re my man?”

“Were you present for the past few conversations we had?”

“Yeah.”

“There’s your answer.”

Hmm… I’m not liking that.

“Don’t you think that you should have asked me?”

“Asked you what?”

“To be your girlfriend.” Ink’s chest shakes beneath me as I push up on one arm to look at him. “What’s so funny?”

“Bunny, I’m no one’s boyfriend.”

Tilting my head, I look at him, confused. Maybe I’m not following like I thought I was. “Then what do you mean?”

“Babe, I’m 35. That’s too fuckin’ old to be someone’s boyfriend. We aren’t in high school. I’m your man and you’re my old lady.”

My nose scrunches up at that. “Old lady?”

Ink sighs. “Just means you’re mine, bunny.”

Lying back down against his chest, I smile. I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.

“Have you heard anything on my car?”