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"You read extended universe books."
My cheeks flush. I've been trying to re-connect with all the things I used to love. It's not going well. "Star Wars is mainstream now."
"You're embarrassed by it?"
"No." Maybe. Definitely.
He laughs as he pushes his t-shirt up his arm. He taps his shoulder with his finger.
Oh.
Right there, on his shoulder, that's a Star Wars tattoo. It's part of a sleeve of movie and pop-culture themed tattoos.
It's cool too. Well, as far as nerdy tattoos go.
Okay, who am I kidding?
The framed scene of Luke on Tattooine, looking out at the setting suns, is the coolest ink I've seen in forever. And I've been staring at ink nonstop for the last few months.
"You're a nerd?" I ask.
"And you are too."
"Maybe." I pull my cell out. "Hold on." Walker seems like a normal, non-ax-murderer, but safety first.
I text Sandy.
Iris: I invited your friend Walker over.
Shit. How does this go? I'm telling her where to find me. And him. That's it. I think.
Sandy: OMG! Girl, get some. He's fine. If I wasn't with John, I'd be first in line.
Iris: He's safe?
Sandy: He's a good guy. I've known him forever. But he is a slut. Make sure he wraps it up ;) Have fun xoxo.
I set my cell on the dining slash coffee slash studying table.
My apartment is a decent size for Brentwood, but that isn't exactly huge. The main room is cozy.
He raises a brow. "Someone you want to talk to?"
"Checking in with Sandy."
"Did she tell you to sleep with me?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"It's not the first time."
I can't help but laugh. "You're that irresistible?"
"You did invite me here."
He is. And he knows it.
Usually, that annoys me.
