Page 66 of Still Love You

"Hmm. I'm not sure. Silas, you pick."

I look them over. Some of them look cheap or trashy, but there's a sparkling fake diamond one that's both classy and simple. It'd be perfect for Willow.

"Let's go with that one." I point to it.

"That one costs an additional five dollars," the guy says. "The other ones are free with the piercing."

"That's fine. I'll pay for it."

"Silas, you're not—"

"Willow." I smile at her. "That's the one I like. It's going to look great on you."

She bites her lip, in a sexy, suggestive way. I get the feeling she wants to show off this piercing to me later, without any clothes on. And damn, that's a sight I would like to see. I'm getting aroused just imagining it. I never thought she'd get a navel ring, but now that she is, I can't wait to see it. It's going to be sexy as hell, that shimmering stud decorating her flat tan stomach.

The guy has the piercing tool ready to go. Willow squeezes my hand and closes her eyes. The piercing takes just seconds, then he maneuvers the stud in place and it's done. Her skin is a little pink where it went in, but the sparkling stud already looks really good.

"Is it in?" Willow asks, her eyes still closed.

"Yes," I tell her as I rub her hand. "You're all done."

The guy tells her how to take care of it, then hands her an instruction sheet to take home and we go out front to pay.

When we're back outside she says, "You didn't have to pay for that."

"It was worth it. I have a feeling I'll be getting more enjoyment out of it than you will."

She flashes that sexy smile again. "And why is that?"

I shrug a shoulder. "I just do." I grab her hand and walk to my truck. "Does it hurt?"

"Not at all. It stung when he did it, but I don't feel anything now."

She's swinging our arms, grinning like she's both happy and proud of herself for doing that.

"Look at you, all badass with your navel pierced."

She laughs. "I'm not a badass."

"You went into a tattoo place and got a piercing. Without even planning it. That's badass. And I went and cut my hair short. Guess I'm the conservative one now and you're the wild one."

"I'm not wild."

We're at the truck and I open her door for her. "Can I see it?"

There's no one around so she lifts her shirt up to just under her bra. I softly run my finger around her belly button.

Her breath catches and her stomach muscles tense.

"Does that hurt?" I ask.

"No," she breathes out. 

I knew it didn't. I could tell by her reaction that she was aroused, not in pain. I touched her in a very sensitive area and it turned her on. I love turning her on. Now I'll always have an excuse to touch her there or look at her there. I think it's safe to say I'll be getting enjoyment out of this. That was money well spent.

We stop for a slice of pizza, then go back to my house. My mom comes up to us as we walk in. She's staring at my hair.

"Who is this strange man?" she jokes.

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