What the hell was even wrong with my eyes lately? Letting him in had been dumb. I stared at them because meeting his eyes was out of the question. He had three small silver earrings in one ear playing peek-a-boo behind his hair. His dark hair hung down, framing his face. David wandered in and shut the door behind him. I just needed to put it in context and stay calm. Worse things had happened in the history of the world. Despite the fact that everyone I knew would likely see it. It was a stupid picture of me in a compromising position showing more skin than I liked, but so what. I locked the door and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, trying to slow my breathing, trying to be calm. “Excuse me a minute.”įortunately, the closest bathroom was only a short dash away. The pity in his eyes was more than I could take. “It’s okay,” I said, doing my best to believe it.ĭavid shoved his hands into his pockets. They both just looked at me, faces tense, waiting for me to burst into tears or something. This should never have happened but people get offered a lot of money for this sort of thing.” Or maybe that was just what remained of my tattered dignity.ĭavid gave me sad eyes. “How did they get it?” I asked, my voice wavering and my heart at my toes. My head spun woozily the same as it had then. I nodded, trying to remember more but coming up empty. The tattoo artist got mad at us for messing around.”ĭavid tipped his chin. I remembered it then, the buzz of the needle, and him talking to me, holding my hands.
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