Hating You, Loving You (Inked Hearts 4)

Dean: You enjoyed it last time.

Chloe: You already warned me round two will be a disappointment.

Yeah, I did.

It wasn't that I did

n't like Chloe—I did.

But I wasn't gonna let anybody into my heart.

And now…

Well that hasn't changed.

Dean: I've revised that.

Chloe: Have you?

Dean: Got a whole new way to blow your mind.

Chloe: Is this about the Prince Albert again?

Dean: I thought you didn't want to talk about my dick.

Chloe: Cute. Are you suggesting you blew my mind the first time?

Dean: Sunshine, I'm not suggesting shit. I know what it feels like when a woman comes on my cock.

The chat goes quiet.

When I close my eyes, I see her. In some tiny apartment, on a cheap black couch, staring at her cell, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving.

Fuck, I want to be in that space with her.

I want her pressed against the wall.

Against the round kitchen table.

Under my white sheets.

Chloe: Does Ryan know?

Dean: Know what?

Chloe: My middle name. What do you think?

Dean: He signed your new hire paperwork. I assume he knows your name is Chloe Grace Lee.

Chloe: Cute.

Dean: Thanks.

Chloe: Are you going to answer me?

Dean: Where's the fun in that?

Chloe: I'll take that as a no.