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Her frown deepened. "Then why do they think that?"
"My people set it up that way."
"Why are you showing me this?"
I reached out, brushing my knuckles along her cheek. "I need you to know it’s over. We can move on with our lives. You don’t have to worry about that anymore."
She sighed and her shoulders sagged. "But what if?—"
I cut her off. "There are no what ifs. That’s it, Bay. It ends with him. You’re good. I’m good. We move on." I paused. "Question is, do you want to move on with me? Because if you don’t?—"
She silenced me with a kiss, her lips pressed against mine, soft but sure. “I do.”
When she pulled back, I smirked. "You do what?"
She grinned. "Not that. I mean… I do want this.With you."
I leaned in, spreading her thighs wider with my fingers, pressing lightly against her bare skin. "Then if you want this with me, saying 'I do' has more than one meaning. You know that, right?"
Her smile faltered and her brows pulled together. "Emir, I’m not?—"
“Chill, Baylyn. I’m telling you where my head’s at.” I dragged my fingers up her thighs. "We’ll get there one day. That’s my goal, so I hope it’s yours too."
Something shifted in her expression before she nodded. "It is.”
"Good." I reached for the plate behind me. "Now let me feed you."
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Baylyn.
The drive was quiet but not in an awkward way. Emir and I had settled into our vibe but today his relaxed demeanor was stressing me. While he chilled, I spent the past fifteen minutes side-eyeing him from the passenger seat, trying to figure out where the hell we were going.
He hadn’t told me a damn thing other than come take a ride with me. Annoyingly, I agreed but didn’t know shit. So when he pulled up to a large warehouse on the east side of the city, I swung my eyes to him, glaring.
“You’re gonna have to start explaining because this looks suspect as hell.”
Emir smirked, shutting off the car. “That would ruin the fun.”
“Emir...”
“Relax, beautiful, you have to trust me.”
I did…
I also hated how easily those words worked on me.
I narrowed my eyes as I reached for the door handle. “Idotrust you. I just know you well enough to be suspicious because your mind isn’t all there sometimes.”
He chuckled but still didn’t say anything about his plans. The closer we got, I heard music inside the warehouse. A few people lingered near the entrance dressed casually and talking.
I followed Emir through the doors and my eyes narrowed at the open space.
The place was packed. Open stations were set up all around the massive warehouse occupied by people in the middle of getting tattooed or working on a design. Most of the faces at the stations looked young. Maybe high school or college-aged. They stood at different booths, concentrating too damn hard while professionals hovered nearby, guiding their hands and watching their movements.
“What is this?”
