Page 100 of Her Dark Angel

“Are you serious?” I ask in disbelief. “How in the world have you never been to a drive-in before? They’re so much fun.”

Nash shrugs and flicks his eyes to mine. “I mean, don’t people just come here to hook up?”

“You mean people like you,” I shoot back with an amused grin. “Then yes, you’re correct. But some of us enjoy coming here to actually watch a movie.”

Nash rolls his tongue in his cheek. “That was a cheap shot and you know it, little devil.”

I shrug and lean back in the seat, getting comfortable. I know I promised Nash he could choose the movie, but he was too busy the past week to give me a final answer on what to watch, so I made the decision for us.

The movie I chose is a rom-com; although, I can’t remember the title. I know it has Harry and Sally in it, but the full name eludes me.

Either way, Nash wasn’t the least bit impressed when I told him what the movie was about on the drive over here. I know he was contemplating turning the car around and not going at all until I reminded him of the importance of this night out.

If he hadn’t fucked up, then we wouldn’t be in this situation.

“Try and tell me I’m wrong,” I challenge with a raised brow.

Nash huffs and drops his hand into his lap. “I’ll tell you you’re annoying, which you are.”

“And you’re still an asshole.”

He gazes at me, his green eye hidden in the shadow cast over his face. The contrasting darkness makes the icy blue iris more vibrant and intense. “Keep running that mouth of yours, little devil, and I’ll find something to shove down your throat to keep you quiet.”

I’m unable to find a witty comeback in response to his crude remark because I believe every word that came out of his mouth. Nash Beck is a man of his word and although I’m curious to see if he would make good on his threat, a drive-in isn’t the place for it.

Open wide for me, Kinnie. You’re such a good girl.

I squeeze my eyes shut, his voice echoing in my mind.

Fuck. Not now. This is not the time.

To keep the panic from spreading through my body, I close my mouth and stare ahead as the movie starts rolling on the big screen.

I feel Nash’s eyes on me throughout the opening credits, but I don’t pay him any mind. Thankfully, I asked Nash grab me some popcorn from the food stand when we arrived, so I have something to distract me instead of glancing over at him.

But of course, I’m not that strong.

Every now and then, my gaze sweeps over to Nash who is surprisingly watching the movie. His head rests against his propped-up arm on the door handle and his right leg bounces absentmindedly as he stares straight ahead. My eyes roam over the black long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows and the black ink peeking out from beneath the fabric. I allow myself to properly look at his tattoos, noticing the most random designs. I spot images related to music, animals drawn in crazy forms, and even some flowers.

But one particular design etched between two other tattoos above the crease in his elbow stands out to me. I squint ever so slightly, wondering if the flower I’m looking at is a?—

“Like what you see, little devil?”

My eyes snap up to meet Nash’s. An amused smirk turns up the side of his lips, and I want nothing more than to slap it off his face but also kiss him at the same time. “I was just looking at your tattoos.”

His mismatched eyes gaze down at the ink embedded into his skin. I wonder if he ever gets tired of looking at the art on his body every day. “Which one?”

I swallow softly and point to the purple flower shaded beautifully. It’s so realistic I’m convinced I could pluck it off his arm and hold it in front of my eyes. “Is that a Wisteria?”

Nash drags his lip ring between his teeth, staring at the tattoo. “Yeah.”

“Is it new?”

“Yeah.”

“How new?”

“Seven days. Since the last day I saw you.”

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