Funny and vulnerable and sexy at once.
I read the post again. I drink every drop. I'm greedy that way. Too greedy.
But, hey, isn't this why people read? They want the insight into someone else's thoughts and feelings. The only difference isHearts and Thornsis a real person and I've spent months following her journey.
Maybe I'm a little too invested, but I see the way readers talk about books. They're just as obsessed.
I read the post again. I'm happy for her. Really.
But I'm also jealous.
It's bizarre. I've never seen her. I have no idea if she's tall or short, thin or curvy or athletic, blonde or brunette or pink-haired. There's no way for me to want her, physically.
But I do.
Even though I slept with another woman last night.
Even though I'm going to ask the other woman to sleep with me again.
A voice interrupts me. A familiar one.
Luna.
She slides into the seat across from me and picks up the plain iced coffee on the table. "I assume this is mine."
"Yeah."
"Thank you." She takes a long sip and stares at my cell, waiting for me to give in to temptation.
Or maybe that's me.
"Don't stop on my account," she says.
"It's nothing."
"Uh-huh. You forget to come back to Inked Love over nothing."
Shit. It's time for my next appointment. I'm too distracted.
"Don't worry. Your client called. She's running late. Lucky break."
"Yeah."
"You okay?" she asks.
"Yeah."
"You don't look okay," she says.
"It's…"
"You don't have to tell me. I get it. You're like Ollie."
"How am I like your boyfriend?" I ask.
"Well, you're not as handsome."
I almost laugh, but I don't. This is too weird. I can't explain it to her.