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A half an hour later I hung up with my uncle just as Bastian came home. He dropped down on the sofa next to me and pressed a kiss on my mouth, “Who was on the phone?”
“My uncle.”
“Yeah, how's he doing?”
I didn't really want to get into it because the whole situation made me feel sick, so I was purposely vague in answering. I then changed the subject, “So what have you been up to?”
He linked his fingers behind his head and stretched his legs out in front of him. “Had to do something.”
I turned more fully around to face him, “What exactly?”
His response was to grin so I slapped him in the chest and he winced.
“I didn't hit you that hard.”I touched his chest just over his heart and felt the bandage. My eyes flew to his when I realized what he'd been up to.
“What's that?” I asked innocently, but my whole body tensed in anticipation.
“Look and see.”
And so I did, lifting his shirt over his head before reaching for the bandage. When I saw the beauty and simplicity of my name over his heart in emerald-colored ink, there weren't words to describe how the sight made me feel. But it was very easy to express how I felt about the tattoo. “I love it.”
He pulled me into his arms. I added, “You beat me to it.”
“What?”
I had been working on a design since I moved into the apartment with Bastian. Some would argue it was stupid to get a tattoo for the one you loved, because what if it didn't last? I understood that, agreed with it actually, but I had no doubts that Bastian and I were going to last and frankly I wanted his name on me, wanted him to see his name on me. The fact that he was thinking the same thing only reinforced the rightness of both of our actions. Unlike Bastian, this was my first tattoo so it took me this long to work up the nerve to actually make the appointment. “I was going tomorrow to have a tattoo done.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.” I stood and walked over to my backpack to retrieve the design I had settled on. I sat back down and handed him the sketch. It was the Celtic trinity knot and embedded within it was a red heart. Bastian's name was worked into the design. He studied it for a minute and when his gaze turned to me, his expression mirrored how I felt at seeing my name on him. He asked, “You're going tomorrow?”
“Yeah, to your friend Connor.”
“So that's what he was alluding to. I'm coming with you.”
“I'd like that.”
My eyes traveled to my name resting over his heart and I felt all kinds of things, the strongest of which was desire. I straddled him, and he immediately curled his fingers into my hips, just before my lips found his neck.“Is it wrong for me to want to spend the rest of the day just looking at you? I want my hands all over you. I want to kiss you, taste you...”His eyes blazed when I looked back at him “…love you.”
His mouth covered mine as his tongue swept my mouth to tangle with my own. His breathing turned hard and fast as he pulled his hands through my hair. He pressed his mouth to my neck and his tongue licked a trail down to my shoulder.“Yeah, let's do your idea. The house is empty, yes?” Hesaid in a voice that was low, husky and sexy as hell.
“Yep.”
In a blur of movement, he had me up over his shoulder seconds before he headedfor the stairs. He was acting like a caveman, but then, knowing exactly where we were going and what we were going to do, I really didn't have a problem with his methods.
“Move faster, handsome.”
And he did until it was time to move slower and then he took his good, sweet time.
***
The Wrights were both working late, so Bastian suggested going to Alfonso's for dinner. Poppy and Caden joined us and as soon as we settled, Mr. Alfonso came over to take our order personally.
I stood to give him a hug.
“It's good to see you. How have you been?” Heasked.
“Good. I'm heading off to New England soon for that scholarship I told you about. I'm really excited about it. How are you?”
