Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

Yeah. A coffee is going to make up for cheating on him.

My nails dig into my thigh.

She’s so…

Who the fuck does she think she is, inviting him to her wedding?

To this cake tasting?

To this half-assed attempt at an apology?

“I’m good.” Ryan’s eyes meet mine. “You good, Leigh?”

“Great. Thanks.” I hate her expensive cardigan. I hate her I’m gonna be a bride ivory dress. I hate her perfect smile.

I need her to be wrong.

I need her to hurt.

I need her to cry herself to sleep wishing for his forgiveness.

Does she even realize how thoroughly she broke him?

Like a reflex, my hand goes to his chest. I tug at his t-shirt. Pull him into a kiss.

My lips brush his.

My other hand slides into his wavy hair.

My knees knock together.

I suck on his bottom lip. Groan against his mouth.

He presses his palm against my thigh.

He kisses back.

Not like it’s pretend.

Like he needs me as badly as I need him.

My anger dissolves.

I don’t care about Penny. Or Boat Shoes. Or whether or not the sun rises tomorrow.

I only care about Ryan’s teeth scraping my bottom lip.

Fuck.

The room spins as he pulls back. I blink, but that does nothing to steady me.

I’m buzzing.

I’m floating.

I’m riding a wave of the deepest, purest bliss.

“I… Uh…” I need to say something. To convince him I know this is fake. To convince them it’s real. “You’re so sweet. It makes me…” I turn back to Penny. At least, I think that’s Penny. The room is still this blur of pink and white. “You know what a good kisser Ryan is.”