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“I hate social media, so what do I need a smartphone for? I have the Instagram account for the shop, which I pay Adam to manage because I suck at it. I suck at social crap. Satisfied?”
“You do have that one thing…” Simon started, before reaching over and snagging something out of the back pocket of Slade's jeans. They were tight, and I might've drooled a little as Simon's hand brushed his butt cheek to pull it free.
He waved the device in question and I focused back on what was safe to look at. It looked like a phone. It was skinny, silver, and precisely resembled an iPhone. Had Slade just told me a bald-faced lie to my face?
“What isthatthen?” I pointed. “It looks suspiciously like an iPhone to me.”
“It's my mp3 player.”
“Still looks like an iPhone, and what do you know, mine plays music too.”
Slade smirked, enjoying my sass if the grin was anything to go by. “It's an iPod Touch, Peach. Music only, no phone.”
“They still make those?” My eyebrows rose at the revelation and I tried to recall if I’d ever seen him using it before.
“Yeah, well, it's old.”
“Lucky for us then that the one thing you do care about is music and are willing to buy something decent for it,” Simon teased playfully, sticking his tongue out at Slade.
I watched their interaction, enamored at seeing them flirt with one another. Slade’s eyes twinkled, amused by Si’s antics. Jealousy combined with the feeling of being left out of their exchange surfaced, and I swallowed as I tried to ignore it. I didn’t want to feel that way toward them.
“Yeah, well, guess what? It has pictures on it.”
I perked up at the information as Simon started scrolling through them, muttering under his breath. “Seriously, how many pictures of tattoos does one man need?”
Snatching it out of his hand, I spun as I started to scroll myself. “Simon's right, all I see are tattoos. Oh, look, more tattoos, and some more tattoos. Here's some girl's ass, and then tattoos, tattoos. Oh, look, another picture of a girl's butt. Ah! And here is one of her boobs. Geez, Slade, creep much? And here I thought you were above all that.” I shook my head as I kept scrolling. “And more tattoos. Okay, you're officially boring.”
I handed back the iPod, and Slade promptly shoved it in his pocket before responding. “Now first, did you really sayass, Peach? And second, it's notsomegirl's ass. It'syours.”
“Why do you have a picture of my ass?” I shrieked, planting my hands on my hips, avoiding the redness heating my cheeks at his admission.
He chuckled, the deep sound rolling over me like a tidal wave. Why the man had to look and sound so good was criminal.
“You didn’t answer the question,Peaches.”
His smolder hit me in the feel-good box, and I had to forcibly keep myself from moving my legs in response to the pulsing between them. The sexual innuendo had me all aflutter. Tilting my head up, I didn’t care if I looked like a petulant child as I answered him. “I can say ass if I want to.”
“It sounds so dirty coming out of your mouth. It makes me want to—”
Holding my hand up, I cut him off. “Stop your thought right there, mister. I do not need to hear it right now. It'll just scramble my brain with your alpha-sexy magic voodoo.”
“Fine, at least you admit I’m sexy,” he grinned, liking the effect he had on me. “And why do I have pictures of you? Because—”
“Because you need spank material,” Simon interrupted.
“Simon!”
“What?” He grinned, not caring I’d called him out. Slade sighed, shaking his head at the two of us.
“Because,” he emphasized, pausing to make sure we weren't going to interrupt this time, “I like looking at you, Peach. Okay?”
Throwing my hands up, I groaned. “I just, I don't know what to do with this information! We've hated each other, or well, you hated me. You told me… you told me I wasnothing.” I tried to ignore the way my lip had wobbled, or the emotion I’d let escape.
“Fuck. I’d hoped you hadn’t remembered it after your head injury. I regretted it the moment it was out of my mouth. I hated myself for saying it even if it came from anger.”
“Words still hurt, and I can't get over it as fast as you. I’ve been living with one version of you, I don’t know how to live with this one. Plus, I’m not sure how I feel about you having pictures of my body.”
“Those aren't the only pics I have. Most of them are of you peripherally, but I didn't want you to see how obsessed I was. There are only two of your butt, and the one of your boobs was an accident. I promise. I’d tried to take a pic on the sly and then had to move, and that's what I caught. I didn’t delete it and I’m sorry for that.”
