Ink Cursed

Chapter 16

Ink Cursed

Chapter 16

The vibe Chase is releasing is more on the negative side though barely there. Thanks to psychology class, I can tell by his body language easily that he’s uncomfortable; however, I can’t tell if it’s from a thought or if it’s from me.

“That’s your second strike in a row,” I pipe up, handing him my soda. “You’re a good player.”

“So are you.” Ouch. Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned the word.

“Chase, is there something bothering you?”

The tension in his face relaxes, and he releases a breath. He places my legs on his lap as he smoothes down my dress. “Barbara just pissed me off a bit, bringing back the memory of my parents and all.

“But, hey—I’ve got something to get my mind off things.” The fact that he’s talking about me makes my heart flutter in both relief and desire. “And she’s the most gorgeous girl I’ve seen.” It puts me in great relief to know that he’s not upset at me—or at least isn’t acting like it. Every touch Chase has on my face calms my nerves. Everything’s okay.

“I love the way you make me feel,” I blurt out. His eyes widen, and I can see the lust in them. I’m not one to say such things aloud, but it was an impulse.

“What kind of feeling?” Chase continuing this conversation activates something in me. “Like when I do this?” His lips slowly kiss my neck gently. Pure ecstasy flows through me, and I fight back with all my might not to moan in public.

“Stop it, Chase,” I chastise him, battling with my overflowing feelings. “Not here.”

“You’re scared.”

“No, I’m not.” My voice lowers to a whisper as he intertwines his fingers through my hair. “Why would I be?”

“You tell me.”

It’s true I’m scared to go further sexually with Chase though my body is crying for it. Every move he makes is sexy, and sends chills down my back. The look he gives me . . . though we’ve been dating for only a short while, I’m attached to him. I can’t imagine him being gone from my side.

“We need to take this slow,” I grumble lightly, pushing him aside. A lopsided grin shows on his face when I do this. I gather our empty potato bags and soda cans and stand up before Chase has the time to pull me back down and do something that would probably violate other’s rights.

After Chase and I hand the bowling shoes to the main desk, we’re walking outside and heading into his car. Our brief conversation plays in my head, and the silence in his Hummer is awkward. The radio blasts as I roll the knob to the right. A little music will make this better.

Since we’re now in privacy, I decide it’s safe to remove my elbow-length black gloves. I examine the tattoo now, bringing my arm to my face. I brush my fingers against my tainted skin, and feel no pain. Though I do start to feel some in the back of my head.

Pins and nails jamming into my skull. Piercing pain shoots throughout my body, deciding to venture beyond my head this time.

I do all that is humanly possible to not show too much on my face and clench at the sides of the seat.  Most of the time, I wish I can just die rather than feel this. My eyes glue to Chase as he controls the wheel. Seeing him now, I’ve hope in restoring to my normal being. He did, after all.

Within half a minute, it’s passed, and I make a mental recording. The time of pain is definitely the lowest I’ve ever gone through though the pain was hell.