Tattoos: COMPLETED ✔

Chapter 56

"Are you serious?" I practically yell. I sit up on his waist and he puts his hands on either side of my hips. "How did you even know I like them?" Scratch that. "When is the concert?"

He smiles at how excited I am. "Yes I'm serious, I saw you wearing that Twenty One Pilots t-shirt and thought you might like them, and Christmas Eve," he says answering all of my questions in order.

"You were right about me liking them; they're one of my favorite bands." I frown. "But do you like them? I don't want to force you to go to a concert that you hate."

"I like their music," he reassures me. "But as long as you are there with me, I wouldn't care if we went to a heavy metal concert." He seems to cringe at that. "You're not into heavy metal, are you?"

I want to tell him that I am just to see his reaction, but I'm laughing too hard. "No I'm not into heavy metal."

"Okay good," he sighs and pulls me back against his chest.

"Is the concert in New York?" I ask.

He hesitates a beat. "It's actually in California."

I prop my head up on his chest, so I can see him. "California?"

"Yeah... Is that fine? If not we can always-"

Covering his mouth with my hand, I say, "It's fine, I was just surprised."

He tries talking around my hand, but it comes out as a jumbled mess. I smile, and feel something wet touch my palm.

"Jace," I shriek, yanking my hand away.

"What, baby?" he asks innocently. "It was just a little tongue."

"How would you feel if I licked your hand?"

He smirks. "Turned on."

I blush at that and bury my head into his chest. I should have known he would say something like that.

"You're gross," I mumble into his chest when I feel him laughing.

"How am I gross? You don't seem to mind when my tongue is in your mouth or when I use it down there. Are you trying to tell me something?"

My face turns impossibly redder. "Don't be shy, baby. Tell me what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking about Twenty One Pilots," I lie, changing the subject.

"Are you excited?" he asks.

"Or coarse I am; it will be a day of many firsts."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I've never been to a Twenty One Pilots concert, I've never been to California, I've never been to the beach-"

"You've never been to the beach?" I'm taken aback by the outrage in his voice.

"No..."

"But you live in New York." I don't really know what to say to that, so I shrug.

"Let's go," he says, sitting up.

"Where are we going?" I ask as he throws me my clothes.

"We're going to the beach."

"What? It's winter, and I have work soon."

"I don't care, call in sick. It's completely unacceptable that you haven't been to the beach. I'm going to go grab us a coat and by the time I get back you better be dressed," he warns.

"Jace, I need to go to work."

"I'll call them myself if I have to-"

"Can we go tonight when I get back?" I plead.