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I felt him nod. “That may have been safe sex, but itdefinitelywasn’t pandemic safe.”
I giggled despite the grim nature of the joke. “This was worth the risk,” I muttered into his skin.
Donovan took my hand and gently kissed my fingertips. “Now that I’ve gotten a closer look at you, you’re feistier than I thought. Check out these tattoos.”
“Are you serious right now, mister butterfly-tattoo-on-his-hip? Yeah, that’s right. I noticed it when you got in the hot tub.”
“I thought you were checking out my junk.”
“Also yes.”
He looked down at the colorful ink on his upper thigh. “I lost a bet with another cook,” he said simply. “What’s your story?”
I held out my fingers and examined the tattoos. “I’m not much of a rule breaker…”
“That’s been established,” he interrupted.
“…but these small tattoos were the only wild side I had when I was younger. A little rebellion. My girlfriends and I would go out and get drunk, and instead of making mistakes at the bar, we would make mistakes in the ink chair.”
“You all got the same tattoo?”
I nodded and held up my fingers. “The moon was at Amy’s bachelorette party. We were walking back to our hotel and the crescent moon was shiningincrediblybright, so we hopped into the first tattoo parlor we saw and got it tattooed on our middle fingers. The heart was after she got back from the honeymoon. She was wearing a wedding ring, and the rest of us said our ring fingers were lonely, so we got the heart tattoo.”
“My knowledge of breakfast cereal is outdated, but that’s two of the Lucky Charms marshmallows,” Donovan said. “Now you need a horseshoe, a clover, a red balloon…”
I gave him a playful little shove.
“What about this one?” He kissed the last knuckle of my pinky finger.
“I don’t know what that one is.”
He blinked with confusion. “You have a tattoo on your finger and you don’t even know what it means?”
“Don’t judge me! We literally just opened the tattoo book to a random page and pointed at the first thing we saw. The tattoo itself doesn’t matter—it’s about remembering the night with the girls. I think it’s a symbol for electrical current or something.”
He gently stroked my hair. “You should come up with a better story than that. Like how you got struck by lightning and it left a scar there, so you got a tattoo to cover it up.”
I laughed. “I’m not interesting enough to pull off a fake story like that.”
“I think you’re interesting as hell.” He reached down and gave my ass a firm squeeze. “What’s more interesting than giving a guy a blowjobinsidethe Colosseum? This whole trip is going to make one hell of a story years from now, when all of this is over.”
My smile slowly faded. “Just so you know, I’m not normally like this.”
“Like what?”
“I’m not… promiscuous. I’ve never had a one-night stand before.”
“Is that what this is?” he rumbled softly. “Just a one-night stand?”
“Yes. No. Maybe? I don’t know. That’s kind of my point: I’m not used to this kind of thing.”
He arched a dark eyebrow. “Are you implying I am?”
“No, I—”
“You’re totally calling me a man-slut, aren’t you?” He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me against his body. “I’ve never been insulted like this before. I’m going to hug you to death.”
I giggled as he squeezed me tighter.
