Page 70 of Bad Influence
“That’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny,” I say with a shrug.
With a sigh, he settles into the chair beside me. “What’s he like?”
“My boyfriend?”
Killian nods.
“Oh, you know. He’s the tall, dark, and handsome sort,” I say, with a wave of my hand.
“You should invite him over sometime so I can meet him,” he says. He settles back in the chair and straightens his long legs out in front of him.
I play with the edge of my book, swirling the remnants of my drink in the cup. “Uh, I don’t think he would like that. He’s not a people person. Very grumpy.”
Killian hums thoughtfully. “That’s too bad. I would’ve loved to meet him.”
“You don’t like meeting people,” I say. “You don’t even like leaving the apartment.”
“I leave the apartment every day,” he protests.
“But you complain that people are idiots and you don’t want to deal with them,” I say.
“People are idiots,” he says with a shrug. “We just had someone walk into the shop who wanted to get a giant flag from a game tattooed on his back.”
“So he really likes the game,” I say, with a shrug.
“He’s an idiot who’ll regret the decision as soon as he finds a new favorite game,” Killian counters.
“You have a lot of tattoos, and not all of them have a meaning,” I remind him. His eyes drop to my mouth as I suck on the straw. Leaning forward, he removes the cup from my hand and takes a sip of my drink, his mouth right where mine had been. I watch him take the sip, butterflies exploding in my stomach.
Putting the cup on the table, he sits back.
“I spoke to Eve about getting one,” I say, briefly eyeing his mouth. I haven’t stopped thinking about our brief kiss, and waiting for it to happen again.
Killian raises an eyebrow. “One what?”
“A tattoo.”
“You want to get a tattoo?” Killian asks in surprise.
“Yeah, why can’t I have a tattoo? Eve says she’ll draw something for me. Something pretty and unique.”
Killian watches me for a long moment, his blue eyes narrowed in thought. I’m not sure what he’s hoping to find.
“I can do it,” he says. “I’ll sketch something for you and give you the tattoo.”
I stare at him in surprise. “You will?”
Killian leads toward me, brushing my hair back behind my ear. His fingers linger on my pulse point. I’m afraid to admit how much I love these tiny touches. “I know you better than Eve. I’ll be able to draw something that’s uniquely you.”
“If you’re sure,” I say, a little hesitant.
“I am,” he replies firmly. “If anyone gets to give you a tattoo, it should be me.”
He frowns suddenly, looking down. “Do you really have plans tonight?”
“My plans involve eating last night’s leftovers and going to sleep early.”
