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So now that I’ve established that our kiss was clearly the most embarrassing moment of my life, I need to fucking leave. I try to be as graceful as I can - and resist the urge to stomp on hishuevos- when stepping over his big-ass body. The last thing I need is for him to wake up or for me to trip and land on top of him.
When I make it to the other side, I look around the room and try to decide which door to go out of.If I go out the back, I can–
“Morning.” The sound of tattoo guy’s voice startles me, and I nearly fall over.
“¡Ahh, qué carajo, wey!I whisper-shout into the quiet room.What the?!
“Are you leaving?”
“No, I’m baking a fucking cake. What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Looks like you’re trying to sneak out.”
“Wow, you’re so observant. Congratulations on your incredible eyesight.” The urge to roll my eyeballs until they're permanently stuck behind my head is fucking strong.
“I bet you were hoping Hunt and I were still knocked out so you could leave without having to do this,” he says, motioning his finger between us. “Plus, I don’t think it’s considered sneaking out if I already unlocked the door for you.”
“Thanks, that’ll make it easier to leave,” I tell him and roll my eyes. He saved me a whole nano-second by flipping the lock, and is now wasting minutes of my time by having this conversation with me.
“I did it so you wouldn’t feel trapped in here when you eventually left,” he says, sipping his hot coffee. “I also left you a cup on the desk.”
“Uh… thanks, but I don’t drink coffee.” I don’t start habits I can’t maintain. And getting addicted to a daily cup of coffee is just something I can’t afford.Just like kissing athletes, I’m supposed to be tutoring.
“Now that’s fucking weird, how do you get through the day?”Adrenaline, anger, and witchcraft.
“With hope, a wish, and a spell, usually.” He tilts his head back and raises his eyebrows. Yeah, tattoo guy, you heard that right. I’m abrujafrom the BX. Fucking try me.
“How’s that working out for you?” I roll my eyes once more at his dumbass question.
“Great, can’t you tell?”I’m obviously living the dream.
“Where are you headed today?”What is this, another fucking interrogation?
“Right now? To the shelter and then to campus.”Carajo, wey, why do you fucking care?
“You ever see, Amy?” He looks into his mug when he asks and takes a longer gulp of his coffee to avoid looking at me.That’s weird…¿Por qué pregunta por ella? Why is he asking about her?
“Yeah, all the time.” She’s the fucking Director and the only social worker the shelter has, of course, I fucking see, Amy. He swallows hard and nods his head.
Her job isn’t fucking easy, and she does the best she can with what she has. As the Mayor’s daughter, you'd think the shelter would get some special treatment or accommodations, but that’s not the case. It’s like he goes out of his way to make things harder for her – and all of us who stay there.
“Why you asking?” I stare him down, trying to figure him out. She doesn’t seem like the type who would mess around with tattoo guy.
“No reason,” he holds up his free hand like he’s fucking innocent and smiles a little.Pff, as if.
“There’s always a reason.”And you'd better have a good one.This man would be a fucking nightmare for Amy. His ass would fucking ruin her.
“Same reason he’s passed out on the floor over there,” he nods toward the sleeping beauty.Oh Diosas,his arms are above his head, and his abs are showing again. And there’s his cute as hell belly button. Mi azúcar debe estar baja. My sugar must be low.
“Stupidity?” I question because that’s clearly the only correct answer.
“Yeah,” he pauses and takes another sip, “Let’s call it that.”Uh-huh.Speaking of stupidity, it’s already been a fucking day and I’m starting to run outta patience.
“Glad we could agree. I’m gonna go now. I’ll see ya around.” I nod my head to tattoo guy to let him know I’m done talking. But he doesn’t get the fucking hint when he clears his coffee-clogged throat.
“You need anything? Cash or?” His question activates my defense system, and I’m ready to launch a full-on attack.
“I don’t take anything free from men. There’s always a price to pay.” I snap with as much resistance as possible.Nunca más. Never again.
