We stayed at the lake house last night it was heaven after spending the night at my dorm. No sounds intruding my sleep. No uncomfortable small beds and I'll admit it, no cold morning showers.
"So you've got dance and then you guys are having pizza and then it's the show" Jay smiles.
"Want me to pick you up" he asks. We're standing by the dance block.
"No Ross will drop me off to the apartment and then we can I dunno stay there or come back here to the lake house" I smile.
"That's a plan" he says. He's been a smidge extra clingy. That's fine, I enjoy it. He wraps his arms around me I'm wearing a black short dress and my hair is down.
"Hmmm" I say.
"My love I will miss you" he sighs.
I hug him and kiss him and I don't want to ever let him go but eventually I do and I head into dance.
***
Ross appears at the end of rehearsals hanging at the end of the hall. His leather jacket on and a smart shirt. His blonde hair pulled back. We're getting his tattoo done before we head to the show.
I stroll over to him pulling my hair down.
"I'll just get changed then I'll be right there" I say excited. He instantly pulls me into a hug catching me off guard smiling. I chuckle feeling somehow small and delicate in his embrace.
When I reappear from the changing rooms we head to his car. Sitting down next to him in his car, I didn't realise would conjour up memories for me. Of when I briefly lived with him, when we slept together and there was so much potential for us.
He smiles over at me.
"What?" He says.
"Nothing are you nervous" I say thinking about the tattoo.
"No because you will be there" Ross smiles.
I laugh and he parks up. When we get out of the car we walk down the busy city street towards the tattoo shop he grasps my hand in his. I sigh and he looks down at me laughing.
"I'm nervous now" he laughs.
"Relax at least I'm not trying to kiss you" he laughs.
We enter the shop and a small lady who is quite pretty greets us. Ross gives his name and we wait to be seen. I lean against the wall and he stands facing me.
"Where is this piece of art going on your body then" I say smiling.
"thigh over my scar" he smiles looking down at me.
We go quiet, he just watches me.
"Being alone with you Taylor is fucking awesome" he says quietly.
"You are such a flirt" I sigh.
"How have you not got a girlfriend" I laugh.
"the one girl I like..." He begins.
"Ross? " a burly man calls and I jump.
Ross smiles turns and strolls into the back room my hand in his I follow him.
I'm not sure what I was expecting. A dark gothic room maybe? But this is far from it. It's like being in a hospital room. Everything is surgically clean there's a sheet protected bed and lots of art on the walls which is perhaps the only thing that seperates it from an actual doctors surgery.
The tattoo artist is an older guy with a full sleeve of different pieces of art on his arm. He has a genuine smile.
"This your first?" He asks.
"sure is" Ross says cooly.
"I'll hold his hand" I laugh.
"Would you like one?" He asks and I squirm.
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Desire me - the third novel ****editing
Romance"I'm a bad girl. He is gazing at me in his car, I imagine our relationship and it flashes before me through my mind. He's drop dead gorgeous, and how I can even manage to stop touching him is truly remarkable. He's handsome in a true and honest way...
