Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

I show it to him. “Okay?”

“All right.”

“Put it on your Instagram too.”

“She doesn’t check—”

“Then what’s it hurt?”

Chapter 6

Ryan

Red, orange, yellow, and green hit the pan with a sizzle. I grate ginger over sliced bell peppers. Add rice vinegar. Stir.

The shower turns off.

Footsteps move into the hallway. “I left my change of clothes at the shop.”

Leighton is standing in the hallway, wrapped in only a black towel.

She holds it closed with one hand. Pushes her short hair behind her ear with the other.

She’s dripping wet.

But I don’t care that she’s dragging water all over the hardwood floor.

Only that she’s naked under that thin layer of cotton.

She looks so much like the Leighton I know.

Her hair is still hanging at her chin.

Her eye makeup is that same seamless line.

But her lips are bare.

Her tits—

I shake my head. Push away the mental image of her without that towel, my hand between her legs, her lips parting with a groan of pleasure.

My heart thuds against my chest.

My back tenses.

The thought of Leighton coming is hot as fuck, but it’s confusing.

Penny was the last person I touched.

She’s the only person I’ve touched.

Sex and lies are a tangled mess in my brain. What I have with Leighton is the opposite of that.

That’s why it works.

We’re honest with each other because we aren’t making each other come.

“Ryan?” She cinches her towel tighter. “Clothes?”