Page 110 of How to Love a Rockstar

“And you deserve a woman who doesn’t curl up in a blanket fort in her closet because she got swarmed by the press.”

I lean forward to kiss her forehead. “I have the woman I deserve. She’s sitting in front of me not realizing she’s the strongest person I know.”

“I want to show you I’m not a mouse.”

I scowl. “I know you’re not a mouse.”

“I did something scary to prove it.”

“What did you do? Please tell me you weren’t out skydiving or parkour racing with Jett. I know he’s your new best friend, but he’s a menace.”

It irks the hell out of me, but Jett’s the only member of the band who’s been able to get close to Ginny over the past few days. Ever since the failed prank, Jett has been Ginny’s biggest champion.

She shivers. “No skydiving or parkouring. I don’t even know what parkouring is.”

“It’s when…” I trail off when I realize the definition of parkouring is not what’s important here. “What did you do?”

“I can’t tell you. I have to show you.”

“Okay.” I lean back and cross my arms. “Show me.”

Her cheeks darken. “Can you look away?”

I nod. “Of course.”

I turn around to face the front door. Clothes rustle and my blood heats. Is she stripping for me? My cock twitches. He wants to see the show. I keep a tight rein on my hormones as I wait for Ginny to tell me I can look.

She clears her throat. “You can turn around now.”

I adjust myself before swiveling on the table to find Ginny sitting topless on my sofa. My blood pounds through my veins.Yes!But then I notice there’s a bandage over her heart.

“What happened? You are injured! I’ll call emergency.”

I rush to my feet but she catches my wrist to stop me.

“I’m not injured. This bandage isn’t covering a wound. It’s covering a tattoo.”

I freeze. “A tattoo? But you’re afraid of needles.”

“I wanted to face my fear of needles to prove to you I’m worthy of being your partner.”

I scowl. “You don’t have to prove you’re worthy of me. You are worthy of me. In fact, you’re too good for me.”

“Agree to disagree.”

I start to argue but I realize this isn’t an argument I can win. Not today. It’s an argument I have to win day after day until Ginny realizes her worth.

“Are you going to show me the tattoo?”

She bites her bottom lip. “Do you want to see it?”

Is she seriously asking me? “Hell, yeah.”

She begins to peel the bandage off. I bat her hands away. “Let me.”

As gently as I can, I remove the bandage to reveal the plastic wrap covering the tattoo. “It’s a guitar.”

“Look closer.”

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