Page 208 of Ignite

“Shall we actually go get these tattoos now? I was thinking a four-leaf clover. Luck of the Irish?”

I smack her arm and she bursts out laughing.

“No? Too soon?”

“Yes. Way too soon. Poor taste, Lily.” I try to keep a straight face.

“Right now I’d go for ‘if you have a penis, stay away from me’ on my forehead.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Drama queen. You can’t swear off all dick. Oh, what about becoming a nun? That could solve all your issues.”

“Shut up. Fine. I’ll go back to cock one day. Just not now.”

“Good girl.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

My cheeks heat, remembering Conan’s deep voice and how that set me on fire.

“Conan loved me calling him a good boy,” I blurt out.

Lily’s jaw almost hits the floor.

“Conan? As in that tatted cage-fighting mafia badass? The fucking huge one?”

I nod, taking a sip of my drink.

She smacks her hand on the table.

“That is hot, Hallie. Ugh. Could you boss him around too? Like all mommy style? Get him on his knees?”

She pretends to fan herself, and I giggle.

“Yep. But not for long. He switches super fast on me.”

Her eyes go wide.

“You were fucking a switch. My god, Hallie. You’ve done us proud.”

I chew on my lip. It was so much more than that. He made me laugh every single time I spoke to him.

Those butterflies when he appeared? Will I ever have that again?

“Hey, Hallie. You’ve found it once. You’ll find it again.”

She places a hand over mine, and I look away.

“I guess.”

“A switch. Filthy. I love that for you,” she mutters.

“Yep. It was pretty incredible.”

Nope. I need more drinks to drown this pain away.

I miss him. I can’t deny that.

Chapter 78

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