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I tilt my head and scowl. “What does that mean?”
“Um… I have a couple things I want to go do but you don’t have to go with me if you don’t want to.”
She tries to wiggle out of my grasp and I pull her closer, shooting her a look. “Babe, if you’re there then I want to be there.”
“You keep saying shit like that and I’m going to fall in love with you,” she whispers and my heart stalls as a smile stretches across my face.
“Sound like a fucking plan to me.”
We just stare at each other for a moment before she drops her gaze and shakes her head.
“All right, let me go get ready and then we can go.”
Reluctantly, I release her and watch as she heads toward the stairs. “Where are we going?”
“I want a tattoo,” she calls down to me and I arch a brow as I slowly approach the dining room table where the piece of paper from the video still sits.
“What are you gonna get?”
“I don’t know yet.”
Laughing, I grab the note and read through it once before scowling. It looks like lines from a script or something but I’ve never heard of it. I flip the paper over and find Tate’s name written on the front with a piece of tape folded over the edge. The floorboard above me creaks and I pull my phone out of my pocket and snap a picture to send off to Streak. If anyone can figure out what this means, it’s our boy genius. By the time Tate walks back into the room, the note is back on the table and I’m inspecting some of the photos on the wall.
“You look just like your mom,” I say.
“Yeah, people used to call me her mini-me.”
I point to the guy in the photo. “Is this your brother?”
“Yep, that’s Theo.”
“He doesn’t look anything like y’all.”
She walks up behind me and slips her hand in my back pocket as she stares at the photo. “I know. I always wondered if he looks just like our dad.”
“Do you want to find him?” I ask, wondering if that’s something Streak could do for me. She shrugs.
“I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to know who he is but I don’t know if I’d want to meet him. I mean, he’s had twenty-five years to give a damn about Theo and me so should I really bother worrying about him?”
I wrap my arm around her and pull her into my side, loving the feel of her next to me. “Maybe he doesn’t know about you.”
“That’s possible, too.” She pulls away and clears her throat. “You want some sweet tea or something?”
“Sure, baby.”
Turning, I watch her walk into the kitchen, the gentle sway of her hips conjuring up images of the two of us spending the whole day in bed. I respect her need to take things slow but damn, that doesn’t mean it’s easy. Especially not when I’ve been imagining what it will feel like to sink into her since the moment we first met.
She walks back out with two glasses of sweet tea and sets one down in front of me before trying to turn away but I grab her and deposit her in my lap. She scoffs.
“You know I have plenty of chairs, right?”
“But why waste one when you can just sit on my lap?” I ask and she laughs.
“They’re chairs. You can use them more than once.”
I shrug. “So? You’d still be all the way over there instead of right…here,” I whisper, trailing my hand up the bare skin of her thigh until I get to the hem of her shorts. Her eyes flutter closed and she releases a breath as she drops her head back, exposing the side of her neck. Leaning in, I press my lips against her skin and a soft moan slips past her lips and straight to my cock.
“Fuck, Tate,” I hiss and she wiggles her ass with a giggle.
