“Well, I don’t know if she feels the same way. She seems pretty pissed at the moment.”
He sighs. “That fight was awkward, right?”
“A little. I hope I didn’t get you in trouble?”
“Nah, it’s okay. She just turns into a psycho hose-beast when I talk to other women.”
“I see that.” I bite my lip. “Look, I didn’t know you had a girlfriend when I kissed you. I’m the one to blame here.”
“Well, thanks for stepping in to defend my honor back there.”
“Oh, I’ve seen Annie pissed at a girl in Pilates for accidentally farting in her direction. You’re on your own with that one.”
Gabe laughs, his sandy hair falling in front of his eyes. “Ah, so you’re good at running away in a tight spot.”
“And you’re good at digging your own grave, it seems,” I say, glancing over his shoulder at a very irate Annie who just exited the bathroom. She takes one look at the two of us and storms off in a snit. “I should probably go.”
“That seems wise. But, hey, don’t be a stranger, okay? I’d really love to do you.”
I laugh. “Really?”
“Yeah, I love your idea, and I’d love to be the one to ink it. I mean, if you’re going to have something permanently inked on your body, it should be done by the best.”
I give him a cocky grin. “And that’s you?”
“Bet your ass it is, Freckles.”
“Okay.”
“Okay you’ll let me ink you?”
“Yeah. I’ve seen your work. I’d love you to do me.” I scrunch up my nose and laugh.Now who’s being suggestive? “I did not mean that how it sounded.”
“I get it. Just don’t say that sort of shit in front of Mace, he might actually take you at face value.”
“Duly noted.”
His brows knit together. “There’s nothing going on there, right?”
“With Mace?” I shriek. “No. I just met him.”
“Yeah, and you’d known me all of five seconds before you mouth-fucked me too.”
“Are you slut shaming me right now?”
“No!” He shakes his head. “Shit. I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant it seems to be a customary thing with you.”
“Wow! You are really digging that grave deep, huh?”
“Shit. Annie’s had my balls in her purse for so long, I don’t even know how to talk to pretty girls anymore.”
He thinks I’m pretty?
Jesus. Calm your tits, Lo. He’s also dating your psycho friend.
“Well,” I say, ignoring the blush that creeps into my cheeks. “This one was definitely not intentional.”
“So, you weren’t kissing Mace back?”