“Sorry,” she said meekly. “It hurt more than I expected.”
“Can I see?” I asked expecting a tiny heart or some script-font life quote girls liked to get. She’d had a few ideas but had been tightlipped about a decision. So when she said, “Don’t freak out,” the floor went from under me.
“What did you do?”
Felicity glanced around the store, and moved in closer. She lifted her sweater up, yanking the neck of her tank down, and everything slowed down.
“Tell me that says what I think it says.” My heart was pounding so hard I thought I might pass out.
“Oh, it says it all right.” Asher was beside me, staring at the curve of Felicity’s perfect breast like he’d never seen a girl’s naked tits before.
There in tiny Varsity font, stamped right across where her heart lay, were four little words that shouldn’t have pleased me so much.
Property of a Raider.
“Flick,” Hailee gasped, her eyes growing to saucers, “Please tell me that’s temporary.”
“It’s not.” She dropped her sweater, meeting my gaze. “Now, no matter what happens, a part of my heart will always be yours.”
“Holy fucking shit,” Asher slapped his hands against his thigh. “If you don’t put a ring on it, I will.” He smirked at me and I glared back, sending him a silent message.
Over my dead body.
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