I push back a smile.
“Had you taken your eyes off my dick for a second and checked my ink, you would’ve figured out it wasn’t a recent recording.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me, annoyed.
I lift my arm and point to a patch of skin.
“Have you seen this tattoo in that recording?”
She checks the ink, fussing.
“Um... I don’t think so,” she says, still unsure.
“Do you want to double-check?”
“No, I believe you...” she says, her tone hinting otherwise.
Curling my lips into a faint smile, I study her in silence.
“When was that recorded?” she asks.
“A few years back before I started to...”
Her hands flick up.
“Okay. I don’t want to hear it.”
Flustered, she swings her gaze away.
Slowly, I slide my hand over her neck. Her blood throbs beneath my fingers.
“Are you jealous of my past now?”
She slowly shakes her head.
“No,” she murmurs.
“Don’t lie to me, Senna.”
She pouts and looks away again.
I let my gaze drift down, slowly shaking my head as I take her in.
“What happened tonight?” I ask in a quiet voice.
I lift my gaze and lock her eyes.
Her eyebrows tilt in surprise.
“What do you mean?”
Tipping my chin, I motion to her outfit.
“Why are you dressed like that?”
“You used to like it.”
“I do like it... If you dress up for me, not for your fuck buddy out there.”