“Think we can trust everyone here?” he muses.
“Beats the fuck out of me. We’ll find out, I guess.”
“We still need a club name. Reapers didn’t go over so well.”
“Another problem for another day,” I tell him, feeling an itch form underneath my skin.
“Right. Well, I’m going to grab some food for everyone. Need anything?”
Yeah, I do need something.
I walk away without saying a word, cross the street again, and head straight into the tattoo parlor. Eve’s head snaps up from the counter when the door chimes, and a grin blooms across her face when she sees me.
She steps out from behind the counter and walks straight to me. The second she’s close enough, I pull her against me and pick her up enough so I can kiss her without bending over.
“You two are fucking disgusting,” Drake says before the buzzing sound of his tat gun resumes.
Eve kisses me back, and I dig one hand into her hair, guiding her toward the back of the shop.
“Don’t break anything this time,” Drake calls out, causing Eve to giggle as I drop her ass on a wobbly counter in the back and shove her skirt up on her hips.
She kisses me harder, drawing me in, and I try to think of a time when she wasn’t consuming every fucking thought in my head. All I know is that Eve would walk through hell with me, and there’s a chance that day will come.
I’ll make it worth it in the meantime.
It’s all about living today and chasing death tomorrow. Fuck the rest.
THE END