Page 112 of A Little Complicated

“That’s weird,” he replies.

Tearing my attention from the tattoo to his eyes, I quirk my brow. “Weird? Or adorable?”

“I thinkyou’readorable.”

“And I think you got a tattoo to remind you of me.”

“Maybe it’s a coincidence.”

“Mm-hmm,” I hum, unconvinced. “Or maybe you like me.”

“You know I like you.” His thumb skates across my jaw, and I swear it has a direct line to my libido.

I tilt my head and bite on the pad of his thumb, pulling a smirk from him.

“Okay, maybe you like me more than you like to let on,” I clarify.

His mirth is contagious as his hands find my waist, and he squeezes me. “I guess we’ll never know.”

“Mm-hmm,” I repeat, my eyes narrowing. “I have a hunch we’ll find out this weekend when you can’t sneak into my house and realize how much you miss me.”

“What’s this weekend?”

With a look telling him he’s crazy, I answer, “Uh, the scrimmage against the Snappers. Ring a bell?”

His head falls back on the armrest. “Shit, I forgot about it.”

My eyes bug out. “Youforgotabout it?”

“I’ve been a little preoccupied.” He lets my waist go and squeezes my thigh instead.

“Too preoccupied to remember the first practice game of the season?”

“Apparently,” he mutters under his breath as his fingertips dance along the outside of my bare thighs.

“Did you also forget you aren’t allowed to sneak into my place afterward because my little sister’s staying with me?”

“That,I remembered,” he grunts and doesn’t look very happy about it.

With a laugh, I reply, “Glad to see you have your priorities straight.”

“I’m not so sure,” he mumbles. “You still good with us not telling anyone about this?”

“I don’t know how we can. Not without pouring gasoline on—”

A loud knock sounds from the front door a few feet away, and my brows pull.

Mav tugs my very naked body onto his chest and dips lower into the cushions, hiding us from the front door’s side windows and whoever’s outside.

“Who’s at the door?” Mav asks.

“No idea.”

“You don’t know?”

My phone dings on the coffee table, and I reach over, picking it up while making sure I’m still hidden from the front window.

Archer

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