Page 66 of Unfriend Me
“Ooh,” she cooed. “I hope the rock won’t scrape my new tattoo.”
My head whipped over. “New tattoo?”
Her eyes lit up and the devil came to visit, a look I was all too familiar with when it came to Amelia. She got up on her knees and swiveled her gorgeous ass in my direction. Next thing I knew, her yoga pants were rolled down and all that flesh I wanted to savor like a fine wine was exposed.
And then I saw it.
My name in a scroll font and a red heart over the I.
Amelia got my name tattooed on her ass.
I yanked the wheel, realizing belatedly I’d almost run us off the road. She pulled her pants back up and had a seat, a shit-eating grin on her face. I tossed my head back and laughed.
Poppy was right. Life would definitely be fun with Amelia by my side.
26
Amelia
I had a scrape on the back of my shoulder that Titus had apologized for approximately fifty times since coming back to my hotel room from the sea cave. I, on the other hand, wore it like a badge of honor. I’d gotten my man so excited he’d let go, driving into me so forcefully, he made us both see stars. I hadn’t even felt the pain of a rock gauging into my back until the next morning.
We slept entangled in each other, sleeping surprisingly well. You’d think we would have been at it all night, too consumed with our renewed passion to think of anything else, but neither of us had been sleeping since we broke up. Our heads hit the pillows and we were out until the sun was high in the sky. I called in sick, not at all a shocker to my staff who’d already heard about my very public proposal slash groveling the day prior. We’d only woken and gotten out of bed because of a knock at my door around ten. Titus threw on pants and opened the door to find a basket of edible goodies.
He brought the basket inside the room and I ducked under his arm to see who it was from. A tiny square card lay atop a feast of freshly baked bread, cheese, fruit, and a bottle of champagne.
We’re all so happy for you.
B&L, J&L, C&F, H, & R
PS-don’t worry, I didn’t do any of the baking. Hazel : )
“Oh my God!”
We both laughed at our silly, thoughtful friends and brought the basket to the bed. My stomach let out a rumble that couldn’t be denied. We dug in, suddenly starving and appreciative of the room service.
“I need to talk to Wayne about adding a la carte room service to our list of services.” I popped a grape in my mouth and took in the long length of Titus stretched out on my bed right where he belonged.
My phone dinged and I checked it quickly.
Lenora:Her name’s Megan Lizzarro. Don’t ask me how I found out. Did a quick Google search and she’s an exec with a big builder in San Jose. If you’re reading this, shame on you! Get back to that hottie of yours.
I snorted and put the phone away. I knew I could count on Lenora to get the scoop. Plenty of time for diving into that mystery later. Titus didn’t say a word as we ate or ask about my text message, just eyed me with those light blue eyes that lit an answering fire in my belly. He finally reached for me and I dropped the slice of cheese I had in my hand. His fingers tugged through my knotted hair and he brought me close. Would I ever get enough of him?
“I hope not,” Titus said, making me realize I’d asked the question out loud.
“Oh! Wait.” I pushed away from him and scrambled to my feet beside the bed. “I have a surprise for you. An outfit just for you. It was supposed to be part of my grand gesture, but then you took me to the sea caves and I kind of just forgot. Sorry. Grand gestures are new for me.”
He grinned and my heart oozed out a beat. The man was sex on a stick, but he could also make me feel as content as a balmy summer day with an ocean breeze.
“Stay here.” I spun and ran into the bathroom. I tugged on the outfit I’d picked out with Hazel when we went shopping. I smoothed the hat over my hair and hoped I did the right thing.
“What’s going on in there?” Titus called through the door.
“Close your eyes! I’m coming out.”
Easing open the door, I peered out to see him, naked as the day he was born, his eyes closed and that famous grin of his in place. What the hell was I doing? I started second-guessing myself the moment the door was fully open.
His eyes flashed open before I could head back into the bathroom and beat myself up mentally for even thinking this was a good idea. He froze. I froze too. The moment hung there, suspended between us. Him probably wondering if I’d lost my mind. Me wondering something awfully similar.
