Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

His smile lights up his eyes. "That is the team color."

"Yeah, but won't it mess up your hair?"

"Lots of guys wear baseball caps on stage."

"Not the ones who bounce around and pull off their shirts mid-set."

Ethan cocks a brow. "Have you been coming to Dangerous Noise shows?"

I lean in to whisper in his ear. "You're more famous than you think you are."

My cheek brushes his neck as I pull away. He's warm and the skin-to-skin contact is setting me on fire. I want more of it.

I want all of it.

Ethan takes off the cap and shakes his head. His hair falls back into that effortless style.

"That isn't fair," I tease. It really isn't. I have to blow dry my hair to get it to cooperate.

He shrugs, still effortless.

Ethan's voice drops to something low and serious. "Piper was happy to see you."

"She's sweet."

He holds up his buzzing cell phone. "She keeps texting to tell me not to fuck this up."

I study the expression in his bright blue eyes. He seems sincere. But what does that mean? It's almost like Ethan agrees with Piper that he fucked things up between us.

It's almost like he wants me back.

But that's ridiculous.

Hell, it's impossible.

I try to say something, anything, but my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. What am I going to say? I'm not going to ask him if he wants me back. That doesn't matter.

Ethan and I are over. Forever.

I'm not giving him the chance to break my heart again.

The person in front of us finishes ordering. Ah, finally.

I step forward and order. "Veggie and cheese enchiladas with green sauce."

"And a side of guacamole," Ethan adds.

"With chips?" the cashier asks.

"No," I say.

"But with extra corn tortillas." Ethan winks at me.

Is that a friendly ah, you're so predictable the way you always order the same thing (which isn't true—sometimes I order tacos) wink?

It must be.

I can play that game too. "Four steak tacos with extra onions and chipotle salsa."