Page 119 of Mr. Charming

Thanks for a great time… Stud.

Who is this?

Oh, shit I thought this was the guy I just met in the elevator.

Not funny.

Neither was yours.

Touché.

This is for proof later.

She sends a picture of her wearing my shirt, but I can clearly see she’s not wearing a bra since her nipples are poking out.

If you win, I’ll wear only this tonight when you get to my hotel room.

Deal.

Now go shower, and you better not be late to your game.

Yes, Master.

I love you.

Not as much as I love you.

It’s probably a little sick how much we’ve been telling each other that, but I don’t give a shit. We’re making up for all the years we felt it but couldn’t tell each other.

I think about taking a picture of me in the mirror and sending it to her, but my thumb stops on the picture I took of Tedi’s tattoo earlier. Black lettering of my name rests along her ribcage, just beneath her breast. I kissed it and traced my thumb over it countless times today. The guilt still lingers, but I’ll make things right—eventually. I just wish there was a way to show the world she’s mine.

Then a notification pops up on my screen, and I know exactly what to do.

I upload the picture I took of her in black and white, and obscure it enough that no one will recognize her. This is the perfect way to tell the women slipping into my DMs that I’m off the market. My own quiet declaration to everyone following me that I’m in love with a woman who loves me so much, she inked my name onto her skin.

After I post, I set my phone on the bathroom counter and step into the shower, only thinking about having Tedi again tonight as the warm water sprays over my shoulders. A shoulder I wish still had her initials on it.

Fifty-Seven

Tedi

We flew home the next morning, which was nice since I got an entire night with Tweetie.

Here we are, back at the arena. Not that I’m complaining, but I’m biding my time until we can have a little reprieve to enjoy each other now that we’re together.

“So, tell us?” Eloise puts her elbow on the armrest and her chin in her palm.

Bodhi isn’t at the game tonight. He’s spending the night at a friend’s house, and it’s weird not to have him here. Even the players seem a little lost that he’s not here for them to high-five. But Jade actually has a drink in her hand, so maybe she needs a little break too.

“What do you mean?”

Kyleigh leans forward. Her dad isn’t here either, so it’s just the four of us and a few empty seats. “You tattooed his name?”

“Years ago. When we were in Florida.”

“That’s sweet.” Eloise gives me puppy dog eyes.

No surprise. I’ve seen Conor’s finger, and I’m not sure if her wrist tattoo has a meaning, but I’m assuming so.

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