Page 56 of Scoreless Nights

“What else did you see?”

He turned around to face me, his cock still noticeably hard. “I didn’t get far, I promise. Just a few flowers.”

He bit his lip and grabbed a towel as I nodded, then started wrapping it around his waist to cover himself up. “I promise that was all I saw. When I heard your mom‘s car drive up, I flipped back to the lily and took a picture of it and then shoved it back under the mattress where you hid it.

“That was private, Cruz. To me they weren’t just flowers. It was my private thoughts.”

“Did you think of me? It felt like it was for me.”

When I looked back into his eyes, I nodded, making him nod back with heat.

“You never thought I’d see it.”

“No,” he smirked, not laughing but clearly seeing the irony. “I intentionally put it somewhere no one would ever see it.”

“Were you ever going to show me?”

“No,” he replied again, his answer being painfully truthful. “I never expected you to see that part of my body.”

“I came in here to return the favor.”

His hand skimmed the side of my cheek and he smiled. “I’m not upset about that. Just hope you can forgive me for being too nosy when I was younger.”

“I cannot believe you had it turned into a tattoo. That seems crazy.”

“When it comes to you, I’ve always been crazy. It’s been 12 years since our parents got married and I don’t think anything has changed when it comes to how crazy you make me.”

“Tattoos are forever.”

“I wanted that drawing to be forever.”

“Can I see it again?”

He slowly turned around and then dropped the towel, giving me a view of the tattoo. I couldn’t believe it had been there for nearly eight years. And the details he’d made sure were there, were incredible.

“It was there last time I saw you then? At my graduation?”

“Yeah, it was there.”

I started tracing it with my finger and goosebumps formed on his skin under my touch. My shock outweighed my anger, and I started to melt as the image of him standing with my parents at my graduation came flashing back to me.

He wore khaki pants with a polo shirt. So plain and simple, but underneath that fabric had been a secret he thought he would take to his grave. Yet there we were.

Naked.

In his bathroom.

His dick still hard as I skimmed my fingers over his skin.

“I want more,” I whispered, suddenly feeling like Cruz and I could share anything.

“More of what?” he asked. “Just name it.”

If he thought he had to make this up to me, he didn’t. His invasion of my privacy somehow made me trust him, and I wanted more ofeverything.

“What is it, baby?” he asked again. “Tell me what you want.”

My heart skipped a beat every time he called me baby.Señoritawas a joke, but when he called me baby, he didn’t even realize what he was doing, and I loved that it was uncalculated.

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