Kapitel 96: Moving in Together...(1)
"Um, I don't know."
"Let's go for a ride on the bike," he whispers in my ear and I close my eyes and focus on his voice.
"That's appropriate. Tattoos and motorcycles," I whisper back. He laughs softly and kisses my cheek.
"Here we go," Tattoo guy says and I feel a slight sting on my hip. I clench my eyes closed tightly and suddenly Nate is kissing me, softly, teasingly, running those soft lips over mine, nipping the sides of my mouth, and then taking the kiss even deeper. He's still holding my right hand in his tightly, and his other hand is cupping my face, holding me to him.
The stinging is persistent, but not too bad. Nate's lips are the perfect distraction.
"You're doing great," he whispers against my lips and I open my eyes to look into his. "He's almost done, Jules."
"How do you know?" I whisper back.
He smirks and kisses me again, with more fervor, until finally, I hear someone clearing their throat loudly.
"I think he's done," I whisper against Nate's lips and he smiles down at me.
"All done," Tattoo guy announces and sits the chair up. "Take a look before I cover it up."
He hands me a hand-mirror and I look down at the new little piece of art on my left hip. It sits low, so a bikini will cover it up. Only I'll know it's there.
"So, what does it mean to you?" Tattoo man asks.
"It's the ace of hearts," I murmur. It is a small red heart with an A above and to the left of it, like in the corner of a playing card. "It's Nate."
I look up and find Nate staring at my hip, his eyes dilated, his breathing has gone ragged and my breath catches. Jesus, he's all turned on and just looks so… primal.
"Are you okay?" I ask him.
"Fine."
"Don't you like it?"
Without looking at me, he says to his friend, "Cover it up so we can get out of here."
Shit, he doesn't like it.
I wanted to get something that reminded me of Nate, without actually having his name tattooed on my body. The ace of hearts made sense; I call him ace all the time, and he has my heart, just like I wear his around my neck every day.
After my new tattoo is covered and I've been given instructions on how to care for it until it heals, Nate pays his friend and we walk over to his motorcycle.
"Where do you want to go for a ride to?" I ask and reach for my helmet, but Nate stops me, grabbing my hand and pulling me to him.
"Jules, I…"
"What's wrong?" I lean my belly against him and gaze up at him. "I'm sorry if you don't like the tat, Nate…"
"I love it. It's sexy as fuck, and I love seeing part of me on you. I'm just surprised that it's what you chose." He looks down at me with a frown, looking a little confused, and a knot forms in my belly. Maybe it was presumptuous to get this particular tattoo this early in our relationship?
"I should have talked it over with you first," I close my eyes and look down. "It just seemed like the right thing to do." I shrug and grin. "And I love it. I think it looks sexy. Natalie is going to wig out when she sees it."
"It's kind of a commitment." He murmurs and I swallow. "Like moving in together."
Shit.
He tilts my chin up with his fingers, making me look him in the eye and I calm at his loving, happy expression. He's right. I've committed to having a piece of art that reminds me of him permanently displayed on my body. Why am I fighting the idea of living with him?
"Okay," I whisper.
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