Playing (Inked Hearts 2)
Iris: I've been doing it all afternoon. I have a problem.
Walker: You aren't at home?
Iris: At a coffee shop.
Walker: Ah.
Iris: What do you mean ah?
Walker: Explains your good mood.
Iris: You don't want to take credit for that?
Walker: Post-orgasm glow only lasts twelve hours.
Iris: I didn't realize.
Walker: I'm sure you could do more extensive testing. That's a ballpark.
Iris: I think I have to.
Walker: You're a slave to science.
Iris: Thanks for noticing.
Walker: You have school Wednesday?
Iris: In the morning. But I should study.
Walker: You could study. Or you could come on my hand at Griffith Park.
Iris: Oh.
Walker: Have you ever been?
Iris: Of course. I'm from the valley, remember?
Walker: And you decided you like hiking. And I like watching you come. It sounds like a perfect mash-up.
Iris: It does.
Walker: I'll pick you up at three, buy you dinner, have you home in time for your Thursday morning class.
Iris: Have you heard of asking?
Walker: I'll see you at three, Iris.
Chapter Sixteen
Iris
I slide my hoodie off my shoulders and tie it around my waist. It's way, way too warm for a spring afternoon. Especially in the shade of the trees.
God, there are trees everywhere. I can't remember the last time I felt this surrounded my nature.
It's calm. Peaceful. Beautiful.
Walker chuckles as he gives me a long once over.