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Tea straddled Archer’s chest, pinning him to the bed. A small bedside lamp cast his room in a dim orange glow, but it was still enough light to give Tea the chance to thoroughly examine all of Archer’s tattoos.
She traced the snake that coiled around his left bicep with her pointer finger. “How do you decide which tattoo to get?”
He shrugged. “It honestly depends on my mood.”
“Do they all have a meaning?”
“Some don’t. Some do.”
She hummed, drawing a line on his skin to the next one. It was a martini glass, with an olive on a toothpick inside it. “You would have a cocktail tattoo.”
He slipped a hand inside the old U of M shirt he let her borrow, his fingers finding her waist. His thumbs dipped into the boxer shorts he lent her as well, drawing circles on her hips. “I have all of the six classics.”
“Tattooed on this arm?”
“No, they’re all over.”
“All over, huh?” She teased a finger inside the front of his boxer briefs. “Sounds like I’ll need to do a thorough examination.”
His grip tightened. “You can find all of them without undressing me.”
She huffed, crossing her arms in protest.
He chuckled. “Find them first, then I’ll give you a prize.”
“Oooh, I like this game.” She rubbed her hands together. “What are the six classics?”
He tapped his fingers on her skin as he listed them off. “Old fashioned, martini, sidecar, daiquiri, whiskey highball, and the flip.”
She leaned in, scanning his chest. “All right, I don’t know half of those so I’ll look for drinks.”
“You don’t know half? Do we need to have a lesson?”
“Shhh. I’m studying.”
He chuckled again. His hands were still on her body, his fingers massaging her curves. She liked having Archer’s hands on her far too much. The thought of what his hands did to her in this bed, in his shower…it made her feel warm all over. She blushed as she replayed some of it in her head.
He touched her cheek. “What are you thinking about?” he said, bemused.
“Shhhhh.”
He smiled, then closed his eyes, letting her trace the rest of his left arm with her fingertips.
She found a small cocktail with an orange twist. “Oh! This looks like a daiquiri!”
He peeked an eye open, then closed it again with a smile. “That’s the sidecar. Thinking we do need to have a lesson.”
She grumbled, moving on to his right arm, finding a similar looking cocktail, but with a twist of lime. “Okay this must be the daiquiri.”
“Good girl.”
She smirked as she continued. She moved on to his chest, finding another cocktail in a rocks glass. “Old fashioned.”
“Two more.”
She sat up straight, tapping her lip as she searched for more drinks. She noticed a small mug at the center of his chest, right above his heart. Are any of these cocktails served in a mug? She squinted and leaned back in to give it a closer look. Upon inspection, she realized it wasn’t a mug.
It was a teacup.
