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Cautiously, he leans forward and sniffs.
“Fuck.” He backs away. “That is good.”
“Body butter,” I explain, but he looks confused.
“You rubbed butter on yourself?”
I shift on my feet, his eyes too heavy as they make no apology for sweeping over me. “No. It’s like a lotion.”
He nods. “It smells amazing.” He runs a hand through his messy dark hair, the bulges of his biceps hard to miss.
“Your tattoos are impressive. Did you design them yourself?”
“All but one.” He points to a small unicorn inside his elbow, looking completely out of place on his sleeve of black ink. “My niece drew it.”
Well, my damn heart.
“I think I just melted. What age is she?”
“My princess is five.”
I can’t help but grin, my heart swelling in my chest. His hard exterior is deceiving.
“It’s beautiful. Maybe she can draw one for me when I finally get balls big enough to get one.” I immediately want to suck back the words. They sound too presumptuous and deceiving because I meant it differently than his eyes are suggesting.
“You got any plans next weekend?”
Oh, no. Please don’t ask me out. I’m not good at this stuff.
“Am… yeah,” I stutter, trying to hide my face behind my curtain of hair. “I’ve got the charity auction.”
“So you do.”
I jerk as an all too familiar voice rasps from behind, jumping again when the microwave beeps and a clap of thunder booms through the window.
Give me a break. Please.
“Jittery?” Jake questions, sauntering to the sink, his skin briefly touching mine as he walks by. The contact causes me to jolt, and I wrap my arm around myself.
“Nope,” I pop, smiling, and demanding my greedy eyes to stay on Logan as he speaks.
He glances over my shoulder to Jake, eyeing him for a moment before stuffing his hands in his pockets.
I can’t help but feel he’s testing something.
“I’d love for you to come down to the shop sometime, Claire.”
“Like fuck she will,” Jake grits low enough for only me to hear.
My gulp is audible.
“You might take the leap and get the tattoo you wanted. You free Sunday?”
My heart pounds, my body flushing.
Why does Jake have to be so close for this conversation? But honestly, I’m searching for a way to let Logan down without sounding like a bitch. He’s hot. On par with Jake kind of hot, but he doesn’t make my skin tingle with anticipation, and my stomach doesn’t tighten at the sight of him.
Opening my mouth to respond, it quickly snaps shut again when Jake cuts in, his body so close to my back, it makes me shiver.
