Page 238 of Breaking the Rules

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"You're nervous."

"No." He shrugs his shoulders.

"Stop moving." This time, I pin him to the chair.

Wes clears his throat. "Nervous you're gonna fuck it up."

That's fair. It's not true, but it's fair.

"You afraid it's gonna hurt or that it's forever?"

"Just told you."

"Some bullshit."

Again, he shrugs.

"You keep doing that, I am gonna fuck it up."

His eyes flit to Emma then to me.

I have my back to her.

But there's a mirrored wall in front of me.

I can see her standing in front of the computer. Her chipped nails on the keyboard. Her teeth sinking into her lips.

Her makeup is all worn off.

That's the pink of her lips.

She looks up from the computer.

Through the mirror, her eyes catch mine.

Her blush is positively coquettish.

Like she's a school girl and I'm the teacher she's dreaming about.

And, fuck, nowthatidea is in my head.

A tiny plaid skirt hanging off her hips. That long hair in pigtails. Those soft lips—

"Fuck, dude, get your rocks off later." For a split second, all the playfulness drops from Wes's voice. Then he shrugs and it's back. "I'm paying by the hour."

"This one is on me."

"Fuck that. I'm not gonna owe you shit. I'm paying and I'm leaving a fat tip."

"You shouldn't announce that. Then Emma won't be incentivized to flirt."

"Girl doesn't need an incentive. Look at me."

I chuckle. "You ready or not?"

"I was born ready. You?"

That's a tough question. A long time ago, Chase did Wes's first tattoo. I did the second.

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