Page 12 of Falling in Love with Two

The t-shirt that fits him like a glove and shows off his muscular frame. He’s not overly bulky, but he’s got enough to be impressive.

My type or not, Dylan is fun to look at.

He takes his first shot and hits about an inch away from the bullseye. He looks pretty proud of himself.

Aw, he’s cute.

He hands me my three darts, and I line up my first shot. I pull back without thinking about it much and let it fly. It hits right on the edge of the center circle.

His eyes go wide, but he tries to play it off. “Lucky shot.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

We both pause to nurse our drinks a little more.

He asks, “A tattoo artist, huh?”

“Yeah.” I look my tatted sleeves up and down. “Not surprising?”

“I guess not.” He laughs.

“Do you have any?”

“Nope.”

“Don’t like them?” I ask.

“Oh, I love them.” He looks at me with a certain lust in his eye. “I’ve just never got around to doing one. Plus, I have no idea what I’d get.”

“Fair enough. You should come into the shop one day and let me draw you something.”

“What kind of tats do you normally do?”

“Anything, really.”

“I may just have to take you up on that.”

I point to the board. “You’re up, buttercup.”

He takes his turn and hits slightly closer than the first time. On my turn, I hit right in the center.

“Okay, I may have underestimated you,” He says with a nod.

A waitress appears next to us, asking if we are ready for another round. Dylan looks at me to see what I think.

“Yes, please,” I tell her. “And can we also have a couple of tequila shots?” I hand her my card and ask her to open up a tab.

Dylan’s eyebrows raise. “What’s the occasion?”

“Just trying to forget my problems.”

We each take our last shot on the dartboard, and it’s no surprise that I get closer than him once again.

The waitress arrives with our drinks, and we each take a shot in hand.

“Okay,” he announces. “That was just a practice round. I’m just getting warmed up.”

I throw my head back and let the tequila coat my throat.

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