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Reaching out feels good.
Dean's fingers brush my wrist. "We've got two hours for lunch. I need the first one."
Emma raises a brow. "Keep it down."
His smile gets wicked. "If only." He takes a step toward the office. Motions follow me. "We're being good."
"You can be good?" Emma asks.
"Depends," he says.
She laughs. "On?"
"How much Chloe glares at me." His laugh bounces around the room. "You know that glare does things to me, sunshine."
I shoot him said glare.
He presses his hand to his heart. "Just kidding. It's more here." He presses both hands to his crotch.
Emma shakes her head you're ridiculous.
He really is.
In the best possible way.
I follow Dean into the office.
He leaves the door open. "You have your gun?"
I motion to the autoclave.
He nods and peels the gun from the device.
His fingers brush mine as he hands it over. "Today is the day."
"Huh?"
"You're ready to do skin."
My heart thuds against my chest.
My stomach flutters.
My breath catches in my throat.
I'm ready to do skin.
That doesn't feel possible.
But there isn't a single sign of teasing on Dean's beautiful face. He's dead serious.
I muster up all the confidence I have. "Okay." This isn't like before, where he dared
me to tattoo his ankle. This time, I'm ready.
"It's up to you if you want to do me or yourself."
I nod.
