Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)
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“It’s a famous scene.”
“You don’t watch movies.”
“We watch three a week.”
“I guess…” She taps her nail against her thigh. “You can’t have sex in your bed, Ryan. The place where you’ve slept every night for the last year. I get that it would be confusing. But you’ve had a year. Why not get a new bed?”
“That wouldn’t—”
“Or a new apartment? Why not erase those memories from your life?”
It’s a fair point. Even if—“I have rent control.”
“If you were broke, that would explain it. But you have plenty.” She takes another bite. Chews. Swallows. “I get it. Change is hard.”
“I want shit to change. The last year, I’ve grown more than I did the eight years before. I figured out what the fuck I liked to do. I figured out what I wanted.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to run the shop until the day I die. I want to take care of someone I love. Start a family.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I always saw that with her. But now I just see it.”
“You want kids?”
I nod. “They’ll rebel by getting MBAs and wearing Abercrombie.”
She laughs. “God, could you imagine the two of us for parents?”
“How would you have felt if your mom approved of your pink hair?”
“Mortified.” She picks up a chicken taco. “It was awful enough that she got over it fast. She was complimenting me by week two.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. She thought I was ‘so creative’ for the way I expressed myself through my clothes. Even when my boobs were about to pop out.”
“Like that?”
Sadness returns to her smile. “I guess I wanted to… It was petty. Stupid.”
“Worked.”
“You’re thinking about me naked?”
“Now, yeah.” My gaze settles on her chest. Fuck. Her tits defy description. “You’re making me lose my train of thought.”
“Take some personal responsibility.”
“I’ll buy you a new top when I destroy that one.”
“Ryan.” Her laugh lifts to a giggle. “Don’t tease me. Not after that.”
“What’s the tease?”
“You’d go here?”