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“That’s it. I’m going to give you some aftercare to take away but try and keep it wrapped for at least the rest of the day.”
When I look at the tiny word on my wrist, I feel something warm encase my whole body. My lips turn up into a smile as I look at the word ‘yes’. “It’s perfect,” I say to myself. My head turns to Grayson, who I didn’t notice is holding my hand, the same hand that was trying to make indents in the chair minutes ago. He exhales when he sees my smile and lifts my hand to drop a light kiss on my knuckles. A simple gesture that has me spinning.
I’m not sure if this high is because of the tattoo or the fact that I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m definitely not imagining this softer side to Grayson.
Chapter 14
Grayson
“Youreadyformynext stop?” I ask Nora as she gingerly puts on her helmet. She looks so fucking cute in the riding gear when she put it on earlier that I knew no one would ever be wearing them ever again. I may have tortured myself by bringing my Yamaha, having her legs wrapped around my hips like that, her tits pressed into my back. Fuck it was impossible not to think about how badly I want her. I’m a sucker for punishment.
The glint from her cling-film wrapped tattoo catches the sun as she moves, breaking my lustful thoughts.
She lifts the visor so I can see her face. “There’s more?”
I nod my head, placing my own helmet on. “It’s lunchtime. I need more food.”
“Of course, you do.” She chuckles.
“Hey, I’m a growing boy.”
She taunts a smile. “Okay, so where are you taking me?”
I swiftly pull my leg over my bike and stand it up. “Get on and you’ll see.”
A couple of hours later, we are filled with tacos and Nora is a margherita down, which I’m learning is the easiest way to get her to say yes. She’s much more relaxed right now than she was at the tattoo place. Although I do want her to remember all this, so I need to space out her drinks.
She practically hops onto my bike once I’m on this time, and I stifle a laugh at how her mood has gone from so sour this morning to completely jolly right now.
Her tiny hands wrap around me, gripping on. “Ready,” she squeals behind me. I take off in a rush, earning myself another squeal from her. Zipping around cars like a dodgem ride at the fairground. We ride around London, just us and the wind, for about an hour. It’s one of my favourite things to do and it makes me happy that I get to do it with her right now.
When we arrive at the club, Nora hesitates when she sees the neon sign above the door that says, ‘dance, dance’. “We’re going dancing?”
I take off my helmet and hers, storing them in the seat of my bike. “You can dance for me if you want, shorty, but no. It’s karaoke happy hour and you….” I poke her shoulder. “Are going to sing for me.”
She snorts, and for whatever reason, I find it adorable. “Grayson, you do not want to hear me sing.”
“Check your wrist.”
She looks down at her freshly wrapped tattoo through the cling film and smiles to herself. “Yes.”
“Atta girl.”
When we get into the bar, there’s a lot less light in here, except for the spotlight shining on the stage with a single microphone waiting for the karaoke chaos to start. Considering it’s after lunch time, this place isn’t really busy yet, which I knew could help her nerves.
I pull Nora to the bar to get another drink down because the way she shuffled in here and her eyes went wide when she saw the stage, tells me she’s nervous and I know she could freeze any minute.
“A margherita and a beer please,” I ask the bartender, who definitely gives Nora the once over.Back off, man, she’s mine for today. I wrap a possessive arm around her shoulders as her eyes beadily assess what I’m doing. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure either.
When the drinks are in front of us, she shrugs me off her and I try not to act bothered by her reaction. But it makes my nerves tingle.
“You good?” I ask her.
She nods as she knocks back a gulp of her drink. “Yes.”
I take her response at face value and turn around to face the room. It’s filled with a dozen round tables with lamps on, each has its own booklet of karaoke songs waiting to be chosen. Some of the tables are occupied already with eager singers ready to croon their way throughMariah Carey’sbacklist to get their late afternoon karaoke fix. I spot a table to the left of the stage, and I take Nora’s hand, leading her over to it.
When we’re sat, the bartender comes into the bright light of the stage and announces the first song will be “It Takes Two”, sung by a cute older couple that fumbles onto the stage together.
