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He slaps me on the ass before his teeth scrape my hip. “No.”
I deliver my own smack to his butt, still laughing and hanging upside down as he walks.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, hand smoothing over the back of my thigh as he carries me down the hall. “I like you so much and you smell so good and I like it when you’re mean to me.”
I roll my eyes at him but my heart feels like it’s sparkling. “You’re drunk.”
“Uh-huh.” In the bedroom, he sets me on my feet before pressing a line of kisses down my neck. “And I also like you so much. More than anyone.” His hands come to my jaw, framing my face, and he gazes down at me with his full attention, looking adorably serious. “I like youandI love you.”
God dammit, he’s so lovely to look at. It’s not just that he’s handsome. It’s that he took care of me and decorated the apartment for Christmas and makes me laugh, and that I actually enjoy every moment with him.
He’s also really fucking handsome.
“I like you more than anyone, too,” I whisper. And I love him. “You should get into bed.”
He wrenches his shirt off and my eyes go wide. I’m suddenly very, very awake.
“Rory,” I warn, staring at the fresh tattoo covered in clear plastic wrap on his ribcage. “What the fuck is that?”
He sighs happily, smiling down at me. “It’s you.”
It’s a dragon. I blink at the black lines stretching over his ridged muscles and swallow. Alarm bells ring in my head but he takes my face in his hands, smiling down at me.
“Because you’re my tiny fire-breathing dragon,” he murmurs. “Mine.”
I clap my hands over my mouth, still staring at it in shock. The tattoo stretches up the length of his side. Emotions swirl inside me—disbelief and panic, and cutting through those like a hot knife, elation. Hopefulness.
Fuck.
I love that Rory likes me so much that he drunkenly got a tattoo for me, and that is so, so fucked up.
Mine. That’s what he said about me. That I’m his. My heart stumbles. “You need to get it removed. This is unhinged.”
His grin is back. “That’s how I feel about you, Hartley. Unhinged. I’m not getting it removed.”
Oh god. This is real. This is so fucking real. “Everyone’s going to see.”
His laugh is high and amused as he tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. “So let them see.”
It’s not theworsttattoo I’ve ever seen, but it’s not the best, either. It looks like a drunken middle-of-the-night tattoo.
“Hazel.” My eyes lift to his, and worry rises in his gaze. “Do you hate it?”
“No,” I breathe.
I’m falling for him and he got a dragon tattoo for me. I’m so in over my head it’s not even funny, but a laugh bubbles out of me anyway. Rory arches an eyebrow, flipping between confusion and amusement at my reaction.
I shake my head at him. “You’re insane. Why did you do this?”
“You know why.”
My heart races, and all the feelings growing inside me thrash for attention as he watches me with that velvet-soft gaze.
He’s drunk, and maybe tomorrow, he’ll regret all of this, but even I can’t ignore the evidence of the past few weeks. Holding these walls up all the time is exhausting.
I think back to Pippa’s engagement party, where I wondered what it was like to be everything to someone.
It’s not as scary as I thought it would be.
