“I want to touch you.”
Wren hid her shiver. “Well, you can’t. Put your hand down or leave.”
He dropped his hand, but he didn’t look any less determined. “Keep going.”
“Don’t move again,” she warned. “I do perfect work. I won’t let you fuck this up.”
A grin lifted the side of his mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”
She leaned in again. “And stop teasing me,” she snapped. She had to pull back the shader when he laughed, and it was easier to scowl at him this time.
“I won’t tease you,” he agreed.
She touched the shader against his skin again.
“But I will talk to you.”
Wren just rolled her eyes and kept working.
“I’ve wanted to be alone in a room with you for weeks.”
Oh my God.Her bones threatened to melt. “Stop. Please,” she hissed, but she didn’t pull the shader away. The sooner she finished, the sooner she’d be free. “You said you wouldn’t tease.”
“I’mnotteasing, Wren.”
She sighed. Her best course of action would be to say nothing, just keep working. Little by little, she filled in the shaft of the key.
“I want your phone number.”
“Fine. I’ll give it to you,” she snapped. “Just shut the fuck up already.”
Lee’s chest shook with his laughter, and she pulled away just before mustard pigment crossed over black liner.
“Goddammit. Be still!”
He still laughed, and she glared at him, unamused.
“You do realize tattoos are permanent, right?”
“I can’t help it.” He sucked in a breath and shook his head. “You’re so damn funny.”
“Yes. Clearly. You laugh at me all the time.”
His laughter choked off, and his eyes widened. “Wren, I’m not laughingat you.You make me laugh. It’s not the same thing.”
It was too much attention. She shook her head and bent over him again.
“Whatever it is, stop until I’m done with this.”
She finished filling in the mustard, and she switched out her colors for the platinum.
“Almost there,” she muttered, leaning in one last time.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered. “I don’t know anyone like you.”
Without looking up from the tat, she rolled her eyes. “Youdon’tknow me.”
“So let me get to know you,” he said gently.