Page 59 of Ignacio

“I hope not. I like what we have.”

Looking into his eyes, she continued to massage his scalp while he kept his arms wrapped around her waist.

“Can I read it?”

Ignacio frowned. “You want to read my script?”

“Sure. You’ve seen my music and my poems, but I haven’t seen your script.”

His hands fell away. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” His hesitation hung between them like fog.

Delta tilted her head to the side. “Why don’t you want me to read it?”

Ignacio hadn’t considered why until that very moment. He wasn’t the type to doubt his own abilities. In fact, he was often teased about his big ego, yet he couldn’t shake the unease about Delta reading what he had written.

“I’m worried you won’t like the story,” he admitted.

“Ignacio,” she said in a chiding voice.

“You’re talented. You’re good with words.”

“And so are you,” she replied.

“No. I’m good at acting. I recite the words other people write and bring them to life.”

She placed a hand on her hip. “Aren’t you the one who told me that if you don’t believe in yourself, why should anyone else?”

“I believe in myself,” he said.

“But you think I’ll judge your work negatively.”

When he didn’t reply, she tapped his nose with the tip of her finger. “Silly man. I’m one hundred percent certain I’ll like what I read. Let me read it. Please?” She batted her eyelashes.

Laughing, Ignacio shook his head. “You know I can’t deny you anything when you look at me like that.”

“You can’t? Good to know.” A serious expression came over her face. “Would you share the script with me?”

“Yes, I will.”

This felt like a big deal. He was sharing a piece of himself with her that he hadn’t shared before.

A radiant smile bloomed across her face. “Thank you. I promise not to judge.”

Ignacio believed her. He trusted her—something he hadn’t thought he’d ever do again.

He cupped her cheek. “You’re an incredible woman, you know that?”

“And you’re an incredible man.” She licked his neck. “An incredibly salty man,” she whispered.

“You like licking me?” he whispered in her ear.

“Mhmm. You taste good.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“My turn.” Ignacio hooked his thumb in the waistband of her leggings.

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