Logan
Kit’s in my bathroom, and she’s naked. Or she will be in just a minute. I look down the hallway at the closed bathroom door. If it was any other girl, I’d be in there with her. But with the tattoo this girl wanted, I already know there’s a vulnerability there that no one gets to see. I don’t want to make her run away. I want to get to know this one.
I’ve never had this kind of curiosity about a girl before. I usually sleep with them, then I send them home. That’s one of the reasons why it surprised me so much to find Terri in my bed tonight. She knew what we did wasn’t the start of a relationship. I never bought her flowers or candy or took her on a date. I never bought her dinner. I just said let’s go with my eyes and led her back to my room. Why she thought I might want a repeat performance is beyond my comprehension.
I go get another beer, and Paul glares at me like the time I let the toilet lid fall on his dick when he was seven and I was four.
“How did you end up with her?” he asks.
I shrug. I found her in the subway tunnel busking for change.
“And she followed you home like a lost puppy?”
No. I had to carry her. You saw me. Why is he asking so many questions? It’s not like I’ve never brought a girl home before. I followed her to see where she was going after I bought her dinner. And she stood in line at the homeless shelter until they closed the doors. They were full. She didn’t have anywhere to go, so I brought her here.
He’s still glaring at me.
What?I ask.
“I told you not to mess with that one.” He sits back, huffing out a big breath. “She’s not like the others.”
I know that. I’m going to sleep on the couch, dickwad. I’m not going to sleep with her.
His eyebrows shoot up.
Shut up, I sign.
“You’re going to sleep on the couch.” He might need a two ton jack to pick his jaw up off the floor.
I nod. How’s Matt?
“Sick.” He takes a swig of his beer. “I don’t think he wants anyone to know.”
I nod.
His eyebrows are still up. “You’re really going to sleep on the couch?”
I nod again, raising my hands in the air to say what the fuck.
He shakes his head. “I just don’t believe it.”
I have a heart.
“Yeah, but it usually gets overruled by your d*ck.” He takes a sip of his beer. “Does she know you put her tattoo on your wrist yet?”
I shake my head. Not yet.
“Are you going to tell her?”
Why should I?
“Maybe because it’s personal to her. I still don’t understand why you wanted it.”
He’s going to get a permanent crease between his eyebrows if he keeps scowling like that.
I don’t understand it, either. I look toward the bathroom door again. Does she look familiar to you? Like you’ve seen her before?
He shakes his head. “I don’t think so.”
I nod and shrug. I would say she just has one of those familiar looking faces, but she’s so f*cking beautiful that can’t be the case. She’s gorgeous. She would stand out in a crowd. And that’s not just because she’s in my bathroom naked.
