I face said grump, and show him my wrist, a bright smile on my face once more, though inside, I’m bartering with Satan not to let this man piss off my only friend.
“Simon gave me another tattoo. It’s a cactus.”
Enzo’s hazel eyes drop to my wrist, and then he’s grabbing my arm and bringing it closer. I bite my lip, my body flushing hotter from his tight grip.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the feel of him, but I don’t mind trying.
“Why a cactus?”
I give him the same reasoning I gave Simon, but he doesn’t react. He just stares at the plant for another few seconds before releasing my arm.
“That’s not sanitary,” he states finally.
“It’s not,” I agree.
He turns his gaze to Simon, and again, he just stares, a frown still on his face. I’ve no idea what the hell he’s thinking, and as usual, I can’t tell if he’s pissed or not. His normal face and his angry face look the same.
After a moment, Simon sasses, “Well, you gonna sit down for your own or just keep starin’ at me like a dead fish?”
Enzo cocks a brow, unimpressed.But to my utter surprise, he sits on the other side of Simon and silently holds out his wrist.
“Make it quick,” he grumbles.
My mouth falls open, and nowI’mthe staring dead fish as Simon unwraps a new needle.
“Whatcha gettin’?”
“A shark.”
Unbothered by Enzo’s short, snappy responses, he leans down and starts working on the tattoo. Hazel eyes are flashing to me, then dropping to my still open mouth.
“You’re gonna catch a fly in there,” Simon calls out to me, sparing me a glance.
“Uh,” is my only response. Enzo just arches a brow again, as if sayingWell? You going to close your mouth or what?
I snap my jaw closed hard enough for my teeth to click.
“You’re strange,” I tell him finally.
Simon smiles.
“He fits right in, doesn’t he?”
Meeting Enzo’s stare again, I say, “I suppose he does.”