He smiles. “I like that.”
The tattoo takes a few hours by the time he is finished shading it in gray and pink. He goes over the basic stuff about keeping it clean and n
ot getting it wet yet.
He gets me bandaged up and I want nothing more than to take him to bed for the night to show him my appreciation for my beautiful ink.
“What’s that good smell?”
“I made tacos.”
He moves to the kitchen and I follow to serve him a plate. He has done so much to take care of me, it is the least I can do to repay him. Besides, I want to.
He yanks on one of my braids as he stands behind me while I build his tacos. “A man could get used to this. Coming home to dinner ready prepared by a sexy woman.”
“I cut it.” I grin over my shoulder at him.
His hands roam the curves of my ass.
“I see that.”
“Uh huh,” I tell him as I turn around to hand him his plate.
He takes a seat at the table and digs in while I work to put the leftovers away.
When I am done he is working on his fourth taco.
I grin as he wipes at his mouth. Taco sauce is dripping down to his shirt.
“Think I may need to get you a bib.”
He laughs.
“Want to get out of here. Take a ride on the back of my bike?”
“God yes!”
He laughs and shakes his head.
“Go get dressed. You need to wear the sneakers I got you.”
I nod eagerly and take off running.
Chapter Twenty-two
—Boogeyman—
Shelly has her arms wrapped around me and it feels so damn right having her on the back of my bike. She is a natural rider. Didn’t have to tell her how to get on or how to sit or where to put her feet. Just had to tell her not to lean when I turn.
I can’t shake this uneasy feeling though.
Deep in my gut I know somehow, I will fuck this up.
I’m going to lose her.
I don't deserve her.
I’m not worthy of anyone’s love, especially not hers.