Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

My eyelids press together.

My heartbeat picks up.

My body screams for more.

But that isn’t happening.

It’s going to have to get over it. “Your lunch is gonna get cold.” I motion to the burger on the other side of the table.

“Oh. Right. This first.” She loads the first pic—the one of her kissing my cheek—to Instagram. Types. He’s the only thing sweeter than dessert. “Too cheesy?”

“You don’t mean it like that.”

Her cheeks flush. “I should add an eggplant emoji.”

“And the water drop emoji.”

“And lips.” She laughs. “Spell it out.”

Fuck, the places my head is going—

Her laugh is rich. Full. She shows off her Facebook. It’s right there. He’s the only thing sweeter than dessert. Lips. Eggplant. Water drops.

An I’m talking about his cum story in three images.

I shake my head.

“You’re no fun.”

“Good.”

She erases the emojis and replaces them with a winky face. “Compromise?”

“Fair.”

“There.” She hits post, sets her cell down, moves back to her seat. “What is this?” She stabs a leaf of kale.

“You suggested this place.”

“Still.”

“You love kale.”

“But with a burger?”

“Someone else tell you to order this burger?”

She laughs as she points at me.

I shake my head you’re ridiculous.

“You think we’ll get a reaction?”

“You gonna edit it with that I love cock story if you don’t?”

“Is that a dare?”

“I know better.”