I watched as Brooklyn lifted her water, her plump lips wrapping around the straw as she took a sip. It should be illegal for someone to make drinking from a straw look that sexy without even trying.
“So what will your next tattoo be?” I asked, attempting to distract myself from the direction my thoughts were headed.
“My next tattoo?” She raised her eyebrows.
I grinned. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you the tattoo curse? You can’t ever get just one.”
“And why is that?”
I shrugged. “Who knows? But for whatever reason, once you get the first, it seems like it opens the door for more to follow.”
She seemed to ponder this for a moment. “Maybe once people get past the initial fear of it, it makes them not so afraid to do it again.”
“Maybe,” I replied. “So what would your next one be?”
She laughed, and I enjoyed the sound. It was a beautiful, melodic laugh. “I have no idea. I’ve never thought about it. What would you suggest?”
“Oh, I’m sure you could pull off pretty much anything you wanted, but promise me one thing, if you do decide to get another one.”
“Okay. What’s that?”
“Never—and I mean never—get the name of a guy you like tattooed on your body.”
She laughed. “All right. And why not?”
“Because that’s always the relationship that won’t work out. Trust me when I say, a guy doesn’t like to be in bed with a girl that another guy’s name tattooed on her for him to stare at.”
Laughing again, she blushed as she shook her head. “It sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”
“Hmmm.” It was all I offered as I took a hefty swig of my own water, my memories flitting back to a girl named Sandy I’d been with. It didn’t last long. She’d been nice enough, but I couldn’t stand seeing the name Steve in the middle of her tramp stamp every time I did her from behind. It bugged me enough to send her packing. “Just trust me. Don’t do it.”
“Got it. No names . . . unless it says Trey or Six, right?” She laughed again.
Damn. The girl had no clue that her innocent joke had just struck a flaming torch in my pants. The image of bending her over and seeing . . . yeah, I was real happy this table was in between us right now. I chugged more water. It didn’t help.
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